As soon as she opened her eyes, she was forcibly carried back to the East Palace by the paranoid pri

The rain outside the temple became turbulent and fierce, crackling on the leaves and splashing water droplets. The clouds were getting lower and lower, dull and depressing, and the air was filled with the smell of dampness.

He Yue bowed and half-saluted to the Southern King, with a dignified posture and a respectful voice, "Niece-in-law greets uncle."

Nan Wang looked at He Yue with fierce eyes. He took a quick look and found her extraordinary. She was elegant and graceful, and her face was as beautiful as a willow. He smiled and said, "The situation was urgent. I didn't prepare any gifts for my niece-in-law. I'll make it up to you next time."

"Thank you, uncle." He Yue responded politely. She also understood that King Nan came to look for Ning Rushong, so she tactfully stepped aside.

He Yue raised her eyes quietly with curiosity. Even when she was in Lijia Village, the title of King of the South was well-known to her. He was the only king of a different surname who held military power and was stationed at the border all year round. He was also Queen He's younger brother.

She slightly raised her beautiful eyebrows, and looked very different from Empress He. Empress He was a graceful and dignified beauty, and her every move revealed her elegance, while the Prince of the South was unruly and rude, and did not look like a child from an aristocratic family.

The Southern King returned his gaze to Ning Rusong and said in a stern tone, "The prince of Lan Kingdom has been assassinated and is now unconscious. The assassin should not have left the city yet and needs to be captured as soon as possible. The transfer order of the Royal Guards is in your hands. I went to the East Palace to find you and was told that you were in Tianhe Temple."

The banquet is approaching, and this incident has happened to the prince of a vassal state. It is inevitable that people are in panic, and the problem must be resolved as soon as possible.

Ning Rusong frowned slightly, his face gloomy and cold, "I will take care of it."

There are always some filthy rats that crawl out timidly to take a bite when the harvest is about to come.

"Hualai..." The rain outside was getting heavier, with no sign of stopping.

"Yueyue, just wait for a while in Tianhe Temple. When the rain stops, go back to the palace with the palace maids. I will leave Xiao Guanzi here to serve you." Ning Rushong turned around and instructed He Yue.

He was not worried that He Yue would encounter any accident this time. Tianhe Temple was heavily guarded, and he had brought a lot of guards with him.

"Your Highness, please go. Business is more important." He Yue raised her eyes slightly, her eyes were clear and soft, "I will wait for you in the Biyuan of the East Palace."

She stood there gracefully with a look of reluctance on her face, which reminded Ning Rusong of a painting, where a bride waited for her husband to return. This was probably what He Yue was like.

He Yue was naturally his new bride, and she had just gone through the bride's ceremony.

"Yes." Ning Rusong's voice was gentle, and hesitantly said, "Take good care of the Crown Princess."

People often say that a woman's gentleness can make a sharp steel knife rusty and dull, and can make a clear and bright mind become dull and decadent. It's not the woman's fault. Most men find it hard to restrain themselves and fall into it, blinded by the hazy warmth.

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Seeing the heavy rain, the old monk in the Marriage Hall said to He Yue, "Would you like to interpret the fortune?"

There was a tube of hanging signs on the table. He Yue was bored so she became interested. "Thank you, Master."

She casually pulled out a hanging stick and handed it to the old monk without even looking at it. The old monk took it and his expression became heavier the more he looked at it. "This hexagram is a bad one, which means that you and the person you are thinking of have a deep relationship but a shallow fate."

This is the Palace of Marriage, and what one prays for is naturally a marriage fortune.

He Yue felt her blood stagnate slightly. Who was the old monk referring to? Duan Qidai? Her thoughts were in a mess and she couldn't figure it out for a while.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Guanzi's face changed drastically, and he said something outrageous, "The Crown Princess and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince are a match made in heaven!"

Even if it’s not, this one has to be it!

He Yue lowered her eyes and drew another hanging sign. "I just drew it randomly. I am not honest. Let me draw another one."

The old monk had no objection, but Xiao Guanzi was more nervous than He Yue.

"This time the hexagram is a middle one. As long as both parties are sincere, there will be a good ending." The old monk lowered his eyes and replied, but even this sincerity was difficult to obtain.

"This palace and your highness will have a happy ending." He Yue said this, and Xiao Guanzi and Xiao Taozi echoed her.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess will surely love each other without a doubt." Xiao Guanzi said with a flattering smile.

He Yue pretended to act like Ning Rushong would hear it sooner or later, and Xiao Guanzi and Xiao Taozi also tactfully accompanied her.

He Yue did not stay in the Marriage Hall for long, but went to the God of Wealth Hall instead. Only by keeping her original aspiration in mind could she gain great wealth.

Although Ning Rushong has never been short of money, she still likes to save money. Money can give her a sense of security that nothing else can give.

"The sincerity of the believer can be witnessed by heaven and earth, and may the God of Wealth bless you." He Yue knelt on the cushion, clasped her hands together, and looked sincere.

Xiao Guanzi was watching from a distance and felt that the Crown Princess was much more sincere than when she asked for the talisman.

He Yue stood up and lit incense. The monk next to her said some flattering words, saying that sincerity would bring good luck. She smiled sincerely, thinking that this was the unity of purpose in both directions.

The phrase "deep love but shallow fate" suddenly came to He Yue's mind again.

Too much emotion is a long-standing chronic illness that can trap people and make them unable to escape, while a shallow relationship is a prescription that prolongs the disease, making it impossible for people to live or die.