The Concubine's Daughter Travels Through Time and Space and Takes the Road of Confrontation

The meal was very sumptuous, and Lu Wang had indeed returned. Lu Yun's impression of her younger brother still remained in her childhood. Compared to her, her younger brother was obviously more like Aunt Yao.

"Sister, I heard that you have a big farm in Xishan. Can I bring my friends there someday?" Ten-year-old Lu Wang looked at his sister with envy.

Lu Yun nodded indifferently. "When you are free, send someone to tell me in advance. I will treat your friend to a meal."

Lu Wang clapped his hands happily, rolled his eyes, and said cautiously, "Sister, mother said that since you are a monk, Zhuangzi will belong to me from now on. Is this true?"

"Of course it's true." Aunt Yao picked up another piece of fish for her son with her chopsticks. "Eat more, dear. Your sister has plenty of money."

"Pull down," Lu Yun put down the chopsticks in her hand and smiled. "Of course not. My yard will always be mine. How could I leave it to you? I earned my money bit by bit myself. Your mother lied to you."

After saying that, he stood up and left without caring about other people's expressions.

As she walked out of the yard, Lu Yun's face fell. She felt both lost and at the same time relieved. Fortunately, she was a Taoist priest. The closer she was to the Three Pure Ones, the fewer worldly worries she would have.

Lu Yun rolled up her sleeves, intending to discuss Wang'er's education with her father. Before she even reached him, she heard a woman's voice coming from inside the room.

"Sir Lu, I had nothing to do in the nunnery, so I copied a few volumes of scriptures to pray for Madam Zhang. Master Jingxuan said that the scriptures can only be shown to be sincere if they are handed over to close people and presented personally." Guan said softly.

Lu Lingcong was deeply touched. Just as he was about to order someone to take the scriptures, the door of the study was kicked open.

Lu Yun stood expressionlessly on one leg at the doorway, slowly retracting her outstretched leg. Facing the horrified gazes of the two people inside, she walked in. "Father, what scriptures? We Taoists can't stand hearing this."

Before Guan could see clearly how she moved, she saw the scripture in her hand turned into pieces of paper all over the sky, falling all over her head and face.

"How can you be so rude?" Lu Lingcong was a little embarrassed and whispered softly.

"Father, the official's wife is a widow. It is inappropriate for you to stay in the same room with her in broad daylight." Lu Yun was merciless. You are much more rude than being disrespectful.

Guan's face turned blue and then red, and she looked at Lu Lingcong with tears in her beautiful eyes. "Lord Lu, I am rude. Please forgive me, Princess. This has nothing to do with Lord Lu. It is precisely because I know that I am a widow that I am afraid of being seen by outsiders and humiliating Lord Lu's reputation."

Lu Yun sneered, "If you're afraid of humiliating others, you shouldn't be in this courtyard, right? How about this? Our Qingxin Temple also offers prayer services. The abbot personally conducts the ceremony, and it only costs one hundred taels of silver. For my sake, I'll give you a discount. How about eighty taels?"

Lu Lingcong coughed lightly, "Princess, forget it. Madam Guan also means well. I am also at fault in this matter."

"Of course father is wrong!" Lu Yun said sternly, "You are a master with a wife and children, yet you are secretly flirting with a widow. It is truly disgraceful and heartbreaking. If this gets out, how will we brothers and sisters live our lives in public?"

Lu Ling's face turned the color of liver. He said "you, you" for a long time before sitting back in his chair dejectedly. "The princess is right."

The widow Guan was so ashamed and angry that she wanted to die. It was the first time in all her life that she was humiliated so mercilessly in front of others. She covered her face and ran away.

Lu Yun's expression softened, and she took two steps forward, speaking earnestly, "Father, a man of high character and integrity, has always loved his wife and son. He must be extremely disgusted by the official's wife's behavior, but he can't bring himself to reprimand her in person. So, it's better for me to be the bad guy today, rather than putting you in a difficult position."

Lu Lingcong's expression finally brightened. "After all, Guan was following the old lady's orders. She had some friendship with your mother back in Gusu, and she's a widow, so I'm really in a difficult position."

Lu Yun nodded and asked Cai He to open the window for ventilation. The fragrance in the room gave her a headache. Seeing a lot of scraps of paper on the seat, Lu Yun reached out to brush them away, but suddenly she paused, picked up one of them, and examined it carefully, her pupils shrinking slightly.

The handwriting on the scraps of paper is exactly the same as the one on Luzhou's note!

Sitting in the car, Guan Siwei's eyes were filled with hatred. She would repay the humiliation she suffered today a hundredfold in the future! Back then, her talent and beauty were well-known in the capital. Not to mention a mere Lu Lingcong, if her sister had not already entered the palace as empress, she would have been able to marry the emperor and become the queen.

After careful selection, she married Li Hong, the newly crowned number one scholar, known as the Jade Prince. However, fate played a trick on her! Prime Minister Li fell from power, and Li Hong died young, leaving her a young widow.

She lived like a living dead in the Li family's old house in Suzhou, eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddhist scriptures, until she learned from her uncle that the new governor of Jiangsu was Lu Lingcong. The person she had never bothered to even look at became a third-rank official, while she had become a miserable village woman. How could she accept this!

Lu Yun calmly put the fragment into her sleeve and told her father about Wang Ge'er's words and deeds today. Lu Ling made a serious promise.

"Don't worry, Princess. I will teach Wang'er well and urge him to work hard and achieve success in the imperial examinations."

At the Third Prince's Mansion, Lu Ling immediately found Zhao Qingbo after receiving the letter. "Sister, my third sister asked me to bring you a letter."

Zhao Qingbo took it, but before he finished reading, his body softened, his face filled with panic. "Quick, Hongchou, bring me a pen."

Hongchou hurriedly fetched the pen and ink. Luyu looked at Concubine Li and said in a flat voice, "Your Majesty, my master is not feeling well. Please come back later."

Lu Ling returned to the yard with full of doubts.

"My queen, what's wrong?" Xiang Xing asked when she saw that her master looked unhappy.

Lu Ling put her fist against her chest, coughed twice, and frowned slightly. "Nothing, maybe I'm overthinking it."

Zhao Qingbo quickly calmed down and tore up the half-written letter. She knew that her father and uncle were unwilling to get involved in the struggle between the Third Prince and the Crown Prince, so she must not let her mother know about her brother's affairs.

He picked up his pen and wrote a new letter, and asked someone to deliver it to his father.

The second house of the Dingyuan Marquis's Mansion was in chaos. No one knew what had happened to the Madam and she had fainted. Nanny Song sent someone to report to the old lady and the master, and at the same time sent someone to call a doctor.

Nanny Song put the letter that fell to the ground aside, wiped her tears and stood by.

The old lady came hurriedly with her maid and asked in a deep voice, "What happened?" "How could a healthy person suddenly faint?"

Mrs. Ma lay on the pillow, her breath weak and her face full of sorrow. "Old lady, my brother Yu is going to be killed. He won't be able to survive."

Old Lady Wan was shocked. She took the letter from Nanny Chang and after reading it, she almost couldn't stand up and burst into tears. She sat on the chair and cried loudly and softly, "Qingyu, my son."

Song Ma Ma tearfully consoled her, "Madam, Madam, this letter came from an unknown source, and we have no way of knowing if it's true or not. Although the young master left home for Luzhou, he is an official of the imperial court and the young master of our Dingyuan Earl's Mansion. How dare the evildoers do that?"

What Nanny Song said made sense. Old Lady Wan gradually stopped crying and looked at her daughter-in-law lying on the bed with a dead heart. Just as she was about to speak to comfort her, she saw her youngest son hurried in from outside with a worried look on his face.