Forced to be a concubine, I went to my husband's place to become a wealthy merchant

Ye Xi believed that she could definitely get clues to help her out of the predicament from Yang Jian's business.

"Xier, what's wrong with you?" Mrs. Ye interrupted Ye Xi'er's thoughts and asked.

"what?"

"Your mind is wandering. I called you several times but you didn't come back to your senses." Mrs. Ye scolded.

"Mom, what did you just say?"

"I want you to go with me to Lingyin Temple to pray for blessings tomorrow. Tomorrow is the fifteenth day of the lunar month."

Ye Xi got a headache when he heard this. Every first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, married women and unmarried girls all liked to go to Lingyin Temple to join in the fun. There were so many people that Ye Xi got a headache just thinking about it.

In the past, she would be lazy at home, but now that she has returned home, Madam Ye cannot bear to see her being so lazy, and says that she cannot be so lazy at her husband's house and needs to be more diligent. But what Madam Ye does not know is that Pei Zhu indulges Ye Xi at home. After Ye Xi got married, she was only uncomfortable during the time she was at Pei's house, and she was free at other times.

"Okay, I'll go." Ye Xi knew she couldn't escape, so she agreed to go together.

The next day, Ye Xi and Madam Ye took a carriage to Lingyin Temple. Ye Xi followed Madam Ye through the process. Madam Ye seemed to want to listen to the master's teachings, so Ye Xi took the opportunity to slip away. She couldn't leave on her own, as Chuntao had other things to do today, so she could only visit the temple alone.

She had been here many times before, but this time she felt different, as the plants and trees in the temple seemed to have remained the same. She came to a blooming osmanthus tree, looked up at the blooming osmanthus and the warm sunlight shining through the gaps in the leaves, smelled the fragrance of the osmanthus in the garden, and felt happy, as if her soul had been cleansed.

She thought she had returned to the time before she got married.

The first time I accompanied Mrs. Ye to Lingyin Temple, I felt very novel. I took Chuntao to stroll around. At that time, I still retained the habit of modern times. I dared to go to any place with an open door, without considering whether I would accidentally bump into some nobles with bad tempers. Fortunately, nothing happened. Later, I became familiar with the place and knew which places were frequented by nobles. I consciously avoided them and only strolled in places I was familiar with. In the end, she was lazy and refused to accompany Mrs. Ye, and was "reprimanded".

Thinking of Mrs. Ye's "blame" at that time, she couldn't help but smile. Mrs. Ye really doted on her. Then she thought of her modern parents, hoping that they would live a safe and smooth life as she prayed in front of the Buddha, forget about her, and live happily with her brother.

This scene was reflected in the eyes of an uninvited guest, who did not disturb them but just stood there and watched quietly.

Ye Xi felt someone staring at her, and she suddenly felt uneasy. She looked at the place that made her uneasy. Hey, it's him! The man in fancy clothes that she met at the inn, Xue Jiu's master, seemed to be an adult.

When Wei Jue saw that Ye Xi had discovered him, he walked forward and bowed, saying, "It is Wei's fault for disturbing your enjoyment of the flowers. I didn't expect to see you again." Although he said this, there was no apology in his tone, but rather a condescending feeling.

Ye Xi thought, if you don't want to talk, just pretend you didn't see it, this attitude is unique. Even with that face like a banished immortal, she couldn't help but complain, but still bowed to the other party and smiled and replied: "My lord, you are serious. This is a temple, people come and go. How can you say it's disturbing? I didn't expect to meet you again."

"I'm glad that Madam doesn't blame me. The fragrance of sweet osmanthus fills the whole garden and is truly intoxicating." Wei Jue raised his head and looked at the sweet osmanthus tree with a happy expression, as if he was immersed in the fragrance.