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"Wuming Temple in the south city." Su Wanyu said as she draped a dark cloak over her shoulders. The edge of the cloak swayed gently with her movements. She turned towards the courtyard gate with firm steps.

"Go to the stable immediately, prepare the horse, and come with me."

"Yes, Miss." Siqi responded and quickly followed. The two of them walked along the winding path in the back garden of the Zheng Mansion, passed through patches of flowers and bamboo forests, and gradually moved away from the hustle and bustle of the mansion.

Soon, they arrived at the stable, selected two strong horses, mounted them, and galloped all the way to Wuming Temple in the south city with the sound of crisp hooves.

The afterglow of the setting sun fills the sky, and the sunset glow is like the colorful silk carefully woven by the Weaver Girl, gently spreading on the earth.

"Gee!" Su Wanyu held the reins and shouted softly. The horse seemed to sense its master's urgency, and its four hooves flew, stepping on the sunset glow and galloping towards the destination.

Siqi followed closely behind, and their figures lengthened in the setting sun.

When they arrived at Wuming Temple, it was almost dusk, and the ancient temple gate looked even more solemn and majestic in the setting sun.

Su Wanyu dismounted lightly, looked up at the long stone steps leading to the temple in front of her, a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

Each of those stone steps carries her memories of the past, especially the time when the Zheng family was preparing to marry Jiang Yingying. She was troubled and accidentally strolled here.

She remembered that she had asked her maid to stay at the foot of the mountain, and she climbed the thousands of steps alone, walked into the temple step by step, looking for the answer in her heart.

Now, she stood here again, although a few months later than in her previous life, but the uncertainty and desire for the future had not diminished in the slightest.

"Siqi, please wait here for a moment." Su Wanyu turned sideways and whispered to Siqi with a firm tone.

Siqi raised her head, a trace of worry in her eyes: "Miss, do you really not need me to accompany you in?"

Su Wanyu shook her head gently, with a comforting smile on her lips: "Don't worry, the temple is safe, I will be out soon."

Siqi bowed respectfully, stepped aside, and watched the young lady's back.

Su Wanyu adjusted her skirt and slowly stepped onto the stone steps. The sycamore trees on both sides were in bloom, and the sunset glow penetrated through the dense gaps between the leaves, casting mottled light and shadows on her.

With every step she took, her heartbeat seemed to speed up.

The spring breeze blew across her face, bringing the warmth of early spring, wrapping her gently and smoothing the waves in her heart.

When she finally stepped onto the last step and entered the temple, her mood calmed down. Wuming Temple still maintained its unique tranquility. There were few pilgrims, and only a few monks were cleaning the courtyard, making it particularly quiet.

Due to the Su family's generous donations over the years, the monks in the temple always hold a special respect for the Su family.

Today, Su Wanyu's low-key outfit did not attract much attention. The monks only treated her as an ordinary visitor and went about their business without disturbing her.

As the night deepened, the monks began to pack up their tools and returned to the backyard one after another. In the front yard, only Su Wanyu's lonely and determined figure was left.

She walked slowly into the temple and came to the front hall, where a golden Buddha statue was enshrined, with flickering candlelight and Buddha's light shining everywhere.

Su Wanyu walked to the Buddha statue, knelt on the cushion, closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, and silently prayed to the Buddha for guidance, just like in her previous life.

"There is a question in the hearts of believers. I would like to ask the Buddha, is there really reincarnation in the world? If reincarnation exists, can people go against the will of heaven and change their predetermined fate?" Although her voice was soft, it was full of affection and expectation.

At this moment, a calm and gentle voice suddenly came from behind the desk.

"Since you have entered the cycle of reincarnation, why not bravely try to change your fate? Since you have been reborn, you should seek revenge when there is injustice." These words seemed to be a direct response to her inner doubts, and Su Wanyu was shocked.

She followed the path she remembered and slowly walked behind the desk, her heart filled with curiosity and uneasiness.

Just as she approached, a slender hand stretched out from the shadows, holding a plump and round orange in its palm.

The eye-catching cinnabar mole on the back of her hand made her heart skip a beat, and all her guesses were confirmed at this moment.

Then, there was a subtle sound of clothes rubbing against each other behind the desk, and a tall and handsome man slowly stood up. He held the orange-yellow tangerine in his hand, with a gentle smile on his face, and said softly, "The tangerine I gave you last time was so dry that it made me feel distressed. This time it's different. I specially selected it for you, and I only want to give you the best."

Su Wanyu took the orange. Under the candlelight, the man's face looked softer and her eyes couldn't help but become moist.

In a trance, Gu Linjun had already taken out a silk handkerchief and gently wiped away her tears.

"Did my sudden appearance scare you?" His words were full of care and apology.

Su Wanyu quickly shook her head, her voice trembling slightly: "No, no, I just didn't expect to meet you here, Your Majesty."

Gu Linjun's majesty in front of everyone and his gentleness and easy-goingness in front of her formed a sharp contrast, as if they were two completely different people.

He walked to the temple gate, his eyes passed over the threshold and fell on the tall sycamore tree, and he said slowly: "I come here every evening. It is fate that we can meet here."

This so-called encounter was actually the result of his careful planning.

Ever since that chance meeting while getting fitted for clothes, he had been there every day, rain or shine, just to wait for her to appear.

He firmly believed that their passing by each other in the previous life destined them to meet again in this life. He would replace the oranges in his hands with new ones when they became dry, day after day, without slacking off.

The sycamore trees outside the window have witnessed the changing of seasons and his unchanging waiting every day.

Finally, he waited for her.

"Your Highness, were all the recent happenings in the Zheng family arranged by you?" Su Wanyu tightly grasped the orange in her hand and mustered up the courage to ask the question in her mind.

Gu Linjun approached her, gently pulled down the brim of her cloak, and locked his deep gaze into her eyes: "Which matter are you referring to? Is it about Huipin or Lord Zheng?"

Facing his gentle eyes, Su Wanyu did not shy away: "I mean everything."

Gu Linjun smiled slightly, but did not admit it directly. He just said calmly: "It's just a piece of cake, just go with the flow."

Su Wanyu had thousands of words in her heart. She wanted to ask him why he wanted to help her so much, but she didn't know how to start.

Gu Linjun seemed to see through her thoughts and took the lead, with a gentle and teasing tone: "Weiwei, do you still remember what you said in Yuezhou? Do those promises still count?"

"What?" Su Wanyu frowned slightly, her eyes revealing a hint of puzzlement and confusion.

The pains of her past life mercilessly washed over her heart, causing her to forget so much, including the promises she made when she was young and frivolous.