Marrying a concubine to seduce him and lure him into the game

As for love, it seems to be a word from another world, as far away as the brightest star in the night sky, dazzling but unattainable.

In the scenery of her previous life, facing Shen Jinghong, her heart was calm and peaceful without a ripple.

In two reincarnations, love, hate, and emotions are like flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water to her.

Although it is beautiful, it cannot be touched, and its true taste cannot be deeply experienced.

"Without any feelings of admiration, are you still willing to walk with me?"

Prince Yi's voice once again gently rippled in the air, carrying with it a barely perceptible hint of expectation and exploration.

Su Rao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she nodded slightly, her movement subtle but firm.

"Because you are the only one my family and I can depend on. My mother, elder sister, and I all want to find a glimmer of hope in this chaotic world, and this hope rests entirely on your protection."

Her answer was candid and direct, without any pretense.

This is not empty talk; every word comes from my heart.

Upon hearing this, Prince Yi frowned and fell into deep thought.

It turned out that in Su Rao's heart, all she needed was a solid and reliable shoulder.

A safe haven that can provide her and her family with security.

So, can finding a more suitable home for her untie this knot and make everything go smoothly?

Once Su Rao finds new support, perhaps her indifference towards him will disappear.

It will also gradually dissipate as time goes by.

And he can continue his path of cultivation without any constraints and without distraction.

In his mind, the images of several young nobles of similar age who were capable of becoming Su Rao's pillars of support flashed quickly.

There are indeed several candidates, but every time I imagine a day in the future.

She may come to depend on another man as much as she depends on herself.

A complex and indescribable emotion arose involuntarily in the depths of his heart, with a mixture of sourness and an indescribable sense of loss.

He quickly calmed down his emotions, unwilling to let himself indulge in this inexplicable emotional vortex.

"I understand."

Prince Yi nodded slowly, his tone showing relief but also a barely perceptible bitterness.

Su Rao looked at Prince Yi, who was chanting scriptures with his eyes closed and seemed to have reached a certain state, with confusion written all over her face.

What kind of profound meaning does the word "understand" contain? !

The next morning, the sun shone through the sparse clouds and gently brushed across the earth.

Su Rao stepped into the threshold of Jingxin Pavilion again and was surprised to find that the courtyard had welcomed an uninvited distinguished guest.

It was none other than the frequent visitor to Prince Yi's throne, which made the whole incident even more mysterious.

Su Rao was extremely surprised. You know, Prince Yi had decided to cut off his worldly ties.

Even his own biological mother no longer cares about him. The identity of this guest is obviously extraordinary!

"Mo Yi, who exactly is this distinguished guest?"

Su Rao couldn't suppress her curiosity and asked the servant beside her anxiously.

"The son of Marquis Dingyuan."

Mo Yi's answer was concise and clear, yet weighty.

The son of Marquis Dingyuan?

This name was like a shower of black rain, instantly blowing away the fog in Su Rao's heart!

It was different from the declining situation of the Su Mansion where she came from.

The Dingyuan Marquis family was at its peak. They were the newly-risen nobles of the dynasty and were deeply favored by the emperor.

This prince not only possesses stunningly handsome looks, but is also extremely talented.

Coupled with his prominent family background, he became the ideal husband in the hearts of many daughters of famous families.

In his official career, he enjoyed great success thanks to his outstanding abilities and the emperor's favor.

Unfortunately, fate played a trick on him and he stood on the wrong side, ending up with Prince Yi.

With the rise of King Qi's power, his fortunes took a sharp turn for the worse and he was exiled.

The former glory was shattered like a dream, leaving only ambitions with nowhere to display.

Friends have dispersed, and only wine is left to accompany us and kill time.

When Su Rao first met him, he had been beaten and bruised by the storm of fate.

The pride and glory of the past are no longer there, leaving only a faint sadness, which makes people sigh at the fickleness of fate and the vicissitudes of the world.

From this, it can be seen that the son of Marquis Dingyuan is indeed a rare close friend of Prince Yi.

And today, he seems to have regained some of his old charm, and that confidence and composure have returned to him again.

Su Rao was filled with curiosity. What was this prince, who had experienced many vicissitudes of life, talking about with Prince Yi now?

Is it to explore the profound wisdom of Buddhism, or to reminisce about the little bits and pieces of past friendships?

Inside the Buddhist temple, Xue Yanhao, the son of Marquis Dingyuan, had a gleam of confusion in his eyes.

Recalling my first encounter with Prince Yi, it was on a remote country trail.

They didn't know each other at that time, but because of an accidental encounter, they hit it off like soulmates who had been separated for many years.

The two of them traveled together, chatting and laughing all the way. When they were about to part, they were surprised to find that their destination was actually the capital. This surprise was like the sudden warm sunshine in spring, which warmed each other's hearts.

When they arrived at the prosperous capital, one side was the descendants of the prominent Dingyuan Marquisate.

On the other side is the extremely noble sixth son of the royal family, and what is even more amazing is.

The red thread of fate quietly intertwined with them as early as their toddler years, leaving behind the mark of their indissoluble bond.

As time went by, this childhood encounter gradually blossomed and made the two of them close friends who could confide in each other.

Xue Yanhao secretly made a great ambition deep in his heart, and he was looking forward to the day when he would come true.

When that close friend of the royal family comes to rule the world and wears the yellow robe, I will do my utmost to show my loyalty.

Wise and virtuous ministers followed him like a shadow and became his right-hand men in governing the country.

However, things are unpredictable. Who could have predicted that this good brother who had shared weal and woe with him would...

He would resolutely enter the monastery and devote himself to the pure land of Buddhism.

He casually threw away all past friendships and worldly things, including Xue Yanhao.

The bitterness and helplessness of being betrayed in Xue Yanhao's heart was like a huge rock pressing on his chest.

Even the simple wish of longing to meet again is blocked by an invisible wall and is out of reach.

Time flies, and this separation lasted for a long five years.

Finally, there seemed to be a turn for the better, and Prince Yi made an exception and summoned Xue Yanhao into the palace.

Rumor has it that Prince Yi broke the strict rules of his practice that he had followed for many years.

Could it be that he finally gave up that piece of Buddhist pure land far away from the hustle and bustle of the world and embraced the fireworks of the world again?

When Xue Yanhao heard the news, his joy was almost beyond words.

The old dream of becoming a good minister assisting a wise ruler began to stir again in my heart, igniting the spark of hope.

He was full of anticipation and ready to pour out his heart with many words, but he had no idea.

Prince Yi simply asked about his marital status, then closed his eyes, chanted Buddhist scriptures, and immersed himself in meditation.

At this moment, Xue Yanhao felt confused and astonished, and an indescribable sense of absurdity arose spontaneously.