The princess regretted it.

In an instant, a cold wind whistled out from inside, like a breath blowing from the depths of hell, making Cuiguo tremble all over, and a dense layer of goose bumps instantly appeared on her body.

She cautiously peered inside, only to find the temple completely empty, with only fallen leaves swirling in the air, blown by the wind. Terrified, she instinctively turned to look at Jiaoyu, but she only had a cold expression and nodded slightly, motioning for her to continue.

Cuiguo took a deep breath, as if to muster up courage. She bit her lip, exerted force with both hands again, and pushed the door a little further with a teeth-grinding "creak".

She hesitantly raised her foot and carefully stepped over the high threshold. As soon as she stepped in, a stronger smell of oldness and decay hit her in the face. She couldn't help but hold her breath, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, her eyes stared nervously at the front, and her hands unconsciously clutched the corner of her clothes.

Jiaoyu frowned slightly and followed Cuiguo cautiously as they walked towards the temple. She kept looking at the dilapidated temple and the ruined courtyard, her brows furrowed even more tightly, her face full of disgust.

The half-open door to the Buddhist temple was like a gaping black hole. Jiaoyu was increasingly curious about what Princess Jin'an and Han Shuang had done here. And what was the connection between the vanished box and this Buddhist temple?

Jiaoyu was eager to know what secret Jinan had hidden in this Buddhist temple. She pushed Cuiguo into the temple. As soon as they stepped into the inner room of the temple, before they could react, they heard a loud "bang". The door of the inner room of the temple seemed to be controlled by an invisible big hand and suddenly closed automatically.

The sudden sound of the door closing exploded like thunder in the quiet space, making the hearts of Jiaoyu and her servant almost jump out of their throats.

Cuiguo was so frightened that she jumped up and screamed "Ah——" uncontrollably. The sound kept echoing in the closed Buddhist temple, as if countless ghosts were screaming along, adding to the horror atmosphere.

Jiaoyu was also frightened and her originally pretty face turned pale as paper in an instant. The blood color on her face faded away in an instant, and her lips trembled slightly.

However, she still tried hard to suppress the fear that was surging in her heart like a tide. She took a deep breath and said calmly, "What are you afraid of? It's just the wind." But her voice was trembling with a trace that was hard to conceal.

"Woo, woo, woo," Jiaoyu had just finished speaking when a eerie sound rang out faintly in the Buddhist hall. The sound was like someone crying softly, or like the dull roar of some unknown monster in its throat. It kept echoing in the empty Buddhist hall, as if sweeping towards them from all directions.

Jiaoyu couldn't hold it in any longer. Her forced composure instantly crumbled. "Ah—" A scream burst from her throat, the sound sharp and piercing with fear, banging frantically against the walls of the Buddhist hall. Her legs began to tremble uncontrollably, but the instinct for survival drove her to run desperately towards the door.

She rushed to the door and frantically reached out to pull it, her fingers stiff and cold from nervousness, and she failed to grasp the door handle several times. After finally grasping it, she pulled with all her strength. As soon as the door was opened, she rushed out desperately.

Cuiguo was already frightened by the series of strange things happening in the Buddhist temple. At this moment, Jiaoyu's terrified scream that resounded throughout the temple made her stunned for a moment.

Seeing Princess Jiaoyu desperately running towards the door, her panicked and anxious figure instantly brought Cuiguo back to her senses. She also reacted, gritted her teeth, and used all her strength to drag her legs, which seemed to not belong to her, and stumbled towards the door.

The master and servant fled the temple in such a state of disarray, their appearance akin to fleeing in despair. As soon as they exited the temple's gates, they didn't dare pause for a moment, running furiously as if some terrifying monster were chasing them. In their panic, their hair flew in disarray in the wind, their clothes rustled in the wind, and they completely lost all manner of grace.

They didn't know that after they ran out of the Buddhist temple in a panic, Han Shuang jumped down from the roof of the temple behind them, put his hands behind his back, and walked out slowly and unhurriedly.