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

Jia Guan: “No!”

"I've never had any real feelings for you!"

"Zongzheng Zhiyuan, do you know that I have always felt nothing but disgust towards you?"

"I hate the way you shamelessly keep casting those clingy glances on me."

"Even after all these years, in my heart, you are not as important as a hair on Yue'er's head!"

"In my heart, she is the star and the moon, and you are just a rat in the gutter!"

"Yue'er is honest and sincere. As for you, you've been jealous of her since childhood because she's better looking, talented, and everything else than you. You're even more jealous that your brother only loves her, your sister."

"How many times have you tripped her up and framed her? Do you really think I know nothing?"

"Comparing yourself to her, you are only bringing shame upon yourself!"

As he said that, Jia Guan pushed Zong Zheng Zhiyuan to the ground with one palm.

Zong Zheng Zhiyuan lay there in a mess, motionless. After a long time, she smiled bitterly.

Then the laughter became louder and louder, but it could be heard with an endless sense of misery.

When she looked up again, her face was covered with tears.

Zong Zheng Zhiyuan looked at Jia Guan with resentment and asked, "Since you hate me so much, and you're truly so infatuated with her, Zong Zheng Qingyue, that you even became a monk for her... then why did you indulge yourself with me, Zong Zheng Zhiyuan, in the meditation room of Ningyuan Temple all night long, seventeen years ago?"

"Is this your infatuation?"

"Is this the infatuation of your Mamoru?"

"Xie Huaiyuan, you are a hypocrite!"

Jia Guan threw down the Buddhist beads in his hand, rushed forward and kicked Zong Zheng Zhiyuan hard.

"I told you to shut up, shut up!!"

"That night seventeen years ago, you deliberately put drugs in my tea."

"But even so, I was still calling Yue'er's name!"

"The person I saw in a trance was also her! Not you!"

"You make me sick, bitch!"

He beat and scolded the princess like a madman.

The high monk's airs that he had maintained for more than twenty years completely vanished at this moment.

I have truly become the twisted and repressed evil spirit in my heart.

Zong Zheng Zhiyuan screamed a few times and tried to get up, but was stepped on by Jia Guan again.

She wanted to shout for help, but the guards had been sent away by her long ago, and now no one would save her even if she screamed at the top of her lungs.

She had lived a life of luxury and superiority for so many years, and she had always been the one who beat, scolded, and killed others. How could she have ever suffered such a punishment?

Even if she loved Xie Huaiyuan, she began to hate him in her heart: "I'll tell you! I'll tell you!"

"Back then, in order to pursue Yue'er, you were like a dog in front of her, cautiously begging her to love you."

"But Zong Zheng Qingyue doesn't know what a sinister and selfish person you are in private!"

"You were completely attracted to her, yet you were secretly trying to seduce me."

"Some of your actions clearly made me fall in love with you, but you just said it was a courtesy!"

"Xie Huaiyuan, you are a two-faced bitch!"

"Do you really think Zongzheng Qingyue doesn't know that you were the one who pushed her onto that man's bed?"

She then looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "She has always known it."

"So, in order to preserve her innocence, she resolutely chose to marry into Daliang and become a princess."

"I have to thank you, Brother Huaiyuan, otherwise I would have been the one to be married off!"

"You and that guy were the ones who put her in such a desperate situation. What right do you have to blame me?"

"You deceived her heart, but you didn't know how to cherish it. You even pretended to be a monk in Ningyuan Temple and even made a statue of Guanyin in her likeness, Zong Zheng Qingyue. You are a complete disgrace to Buddhism!"

Jia Guan calmed down completely after listening to her heart-wrenching curses.

He picked up the Buddhist beads on the ground.

Suddenly he knelt forward, pressed Zong Zheng Zhiyuan between his legs, then raised the long string of Buddhist beads in his hand and quickly wrapped it around Zong Zheng Zhiyuan's neck.

As she stared at him in shock, trying to struggle and escape, he expressionlessly tightened the beads in his hand.

"Want to kill and silence the witness?"

Suddenly, a faint voice came from behind the Guanyin statue.

Jiaguan suddenly looked up, his scarlet eyes staring at Guanyin's face.

A faint sigh came from the statue again.

This time, Jia Guan was suddenly startled and turned around and fell to the ground.

"She, she spoke!"

Jia Guan’s face turned completely pale.

Zong Zheng Zhiyuan covered her neck and quickly pulled off the Buddhist beads. She lay on the ground and coughed violently. It took a long time before she truly felt that she was still alive.

He actually wanted to kill her?

"Xie Huaiyuan, you have such a cruel heart!"

She pointed at him and screamed.

At this moment, the door was suddenly kicked open with a loud bang.

The son-in-law Zhang Tingyu stood at the door with a gloomy face, staring at the two people in the room.

When Zong Zheng Zhiyuan saw him appear, his face was instantly filled with fear.

"W-Why are you here? How long have you been here?"

"You, have you heard anything?"

Zhang Tingyu stepped in.

An anxious look on his face.

"Princess, are you okay?"

"What's going on here?"

"I heard the princess calling for help from afar, so I came here regardless of everything."

"Am I... disturbing you two?"

Zhang Tingyu's puzzled gaze moved back and forth between the two of them, especially since Zong Zheng Zhiyuan still had the Buddhist beads of the abbot of Jiaguan wrapped around his neck.

Why would such an intimate thing appear on the controller?

His doubts made Zong Zheng Zhiyuan's eyes flash with guilt.

"Why are you asking so many questions?"

"Just now, I just asked the abbot to pray for the soul of our stillborn child."

"That's when I got a little emotional."

"Everything is fine now, help me up and leave."

Zhang Tingyu didn't seem to dare to ask any more questions. He helped Zong Zheng Zhiyuan up and left the Guanyin Temple.

But as he walked down the stairs, he suddenly turned around to look at the man in the hall who was wearing a cassock, with his eyes closed and not saying a word.

Zhang Tingyu's eyes were now filled with resentment and hatred.

Xie Huaiyuan, it turns out that my daughter is your child!

You two really are having an affair!

Tolerable or unbearable.

I will make you pay back a hundredfold for the humiliation you two have inflicted on me, Zhang Tingyu!

After the princess and her husband left, Jiaguan suddenly knelt on the cushion in front of the Guanyin statue.

"Yue'er, are you back to see me?"

"If you can really speak, could you please say one more sentence for me to hear?"

However, the palace was dead silent, with only the sound of wind blowing through the hall.

Jia Guan lowered his brows dejectedly: "I know you still hate me."

"But just now, it wasn't my illusion, was it?"

"If you hadn't stopped me, I would have committed murder."

"It's been over twenty years...it's actually been twenty-six years since that incident."

"When you were still alive, I chanted sutras and prayed for you every day."

"If you die, I will chant sutras for your salvation every day."

"But you still hate me!"

"Didn't you manage to maintain your innocence in the end? Am I truly unforgivable?"

"I am locked up in Ningyuan Temple, forbidden to leave for the rest of my life. This is already my punishment. Aren't you satisfied?"

"I know that no matter how many sutras I recite, I am not worthy of your forgiveness. But Yue'er, you refuse to appear in my dreams for even one day. I really can't accept this—"