The real daughter died tragically and was reborn, and the whole family cried and begged for forgiven

Such vicious words would make even ordinary people feel cold all over.

What’s more, Duan Rongshi is his biological son?

He clenched his fists, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged instantly.

The murderous aura burst out of his body. If it wasn't the right time to take action, he would have personally made Zong Zheng Zhiyuan taste every word she said.

Li Qingluo gently grasped Duan Rongshi's hard fist.

She looked at him worriedly, trying her best to calm his anger.

Fortunately, Duan Rongshi was never an impulsive person, and his breath soon subsided slowly.

However, Zong Zheng Zhiyuan in the Guanyin Hall suddenly shuddered for no apparent reason.

She looked up at the statue of Guanyin, and felt that the kind-looking statue of Guanyin emitted a chilling murderous aura that made her feel bone-chilling.

"enough!"

Just then, a voice came from outside the door.

A handsome monk in a cassock walked in.

This person is none other than the abbot of Jiaguan Monastery and Ningyuan Temple, as well as Xie Huaiyuan, the eldest son of the Xie family who was once famous in Nan'an.

As soon as he saw him, the viciousness in Zong Zheng Zhiyuan's eyes instantly disappeared.

She quickly hid the portrait behind herself, and seemed to have completely changed her appearance, looking at Jia Guan with loving eyes.

"Brother Huaiyuan."

Jia Guan clasped his hands together and bowed: "Amitabha. I have been a monk for twenty-six years. I hope that you, the female donor, will respect yourself."

"Also, my Buddhist name is Jiaguan."

Zongzheng Zhiyuan's expression looked somewhat grim.

She looked out the palace door and waved quickly.

The guards and servants immediately stepped forward and closed the door tightly, then quickly retreated.

Zong Zheng Zhiyuan didn't know that the son-in-law Zhang Tingyu was walking out slowly from behind. With just a look, no guard dared to stop him from coming forward.

Inside the palace.

Zong Zheng Zhiyuan thought there was no one around, so he quickly stepped forward and hugged Jia Guan.

"Brother Huaiyuan, why are you so cold to me?"

"I've come to see you every year these years, but no matter how hard I try, I can never get you out."

"Don't tell me, you really hate me that much?"

"I said before, sister Qingyue's death really had nothing to do with me."

"I am far away in Da Chu, and she is serving as the Imperial Consort in the Daliang Palace. Even if I have supernatural powers, I can't harm her."

"Brother Huaiyuan, it's been so many years, but you still feel resentful about this. But don't I feel wronged?"

Jia Guan immediately retreated backwards as if he were in danger.

"Second Princess, if you continue to behave so absurdly, we will have nothing to discuss."

He was about to turn and leave when Zong Zheng Zhiyuan called out to him in a miserable voice.

"No!"

"No... I won't do anything reckless. Please... please, Abbot, please stay."

The princess, who was once high and mighty and extremely domineering, was now so humble that she was even worse than a lowly maid in the princess's mansion.

But even so, Zong Zheng Zhiyuan was content in his heart just to have a few words with Jia Guan and to have a look at him.

Her eyes fell greedily on Jia Guan.

After so many years, Xie Huaiyuan's charm is no longer as good as it used to be.

Besides, they are all old.

How many handsome and suave young men has Zong Zheng Zhiyuan desired?

But she just couldn't forget Xie Huaiyuan!

Zong Zheng Zhiyuan also hated himself for being so incompetent.

But so what?

Once she falls into love, she will never be able to escape from this cage in her life.

"Abbot Jiaguan, I was just so angry that I said those blunt words. If you're unhappy, I won't say anything more in the future."

"Don't get me wrong, if you don't believe me, look at this."

Zong Zheng Zhiyuan said as he took out the portrait hidden behind him.

When the monk Jiaguan saw the portrait in Zongzheng Zhiyuan's hand, his whole body froze instantly.

He took it with a dull expression, unable to utter a word.

Zong Zheng Zhi Yuan: "I believe you already know what is happening in the temple now?"

"Not only did these mages disappear, but even more than a dozen of my guards disappeared one after another. It was as if they had all vanished into thin air."

"And those cheap...those merchants, how could dozens of people just disappear in this temple for no reason?"

"And now, only this portrait is left as a clue."

"Abbot Jiaguan, could it be that someone is using the moon to play a trick on us?"

"Or is there some secret passage in your temple that others know but you don't?"

Jia Guan: “Alright!”

"Are you doubting this poor monk?"

"Is there any secret passage or hidden room in Ningyuan Temple? I don't even know how those merchants can know it?"

"This is ridiculous!"

Jia Guan stared at Zong Zheng Zhiyuan with a cold and indifferent look in his eyes. "There aren't many people in this world who still remember Qingyue."

"They are just a bunch of businessmen. Maybe they just thought this Guanyin portrait was particularly beautiful, so they copied it."

"Even if the style of the headdress and robes were changed, does that mean there are ulterior motives?"

"Princess, instead of being suspicious and cursing someone who's been dead for nineteen years, you should hurry and find the real clues!"

"Perhaps the disappearance of these people, even including that group of merchants, is due to the people in your Princess Mansion."

"Instead of wrongly accusing someone here, Second Princess, why don't you check your own house first?"

How could Jiaguan still look like the aloof and noble monk he usually is at this moment?

He revealed a ferocious look, and insanely distanced himself from Zong Zheng Qingyue completely.

He obviously refused to believe that all the strange things that happened in Ningyuan Temple today were related to Zong Zheng Qingyue.

After saying that, he had no intention of staying here any longer and walked towards the door.

Zong Zheng Zhiyuan's eyes flickered.

When she reacted, she rushed to the door, then turned around and blocked the door panel to prevent Jia Guan from going out.

She shed tears of sadness.

"Sure enough, even though twenty-six years have passed, even though she has long since passed away, you still can't forget her."

"Xie Huaiyuan, you would rather sacrifice your own reputation as abbot, the good name you've maintained for over twenty years, and even risk the lives of the monks in the temple, just to protect her, right?"

"But even if you hate me and despise me, you should still think about Changning!"

"She is our biological daughter."

When Zong Zheng Zhiyuan said this, Jia Guan could no longer control himself and reached out to grab her neck tightly.

"you shut up!"

"Don't make me kill you—"

Seeing his true face completely revealed, Zong Zheng Zhiyuan, who had been strangled to the point where even breathing had become difficult, smiled.

"Has she ever seen you... in this hideous state..."

"You always treat her like... a gentleman... gentle and considerate... "

"Have you ever revealed your ferocious... face to her..."

"Brother Huaiyuan, can I assume that... you were also somewhat special to me... to Yuan'er?"