Li Shimin faked his death? Then I will be powerful enough to conquer the world!

The seemingly isolated Buddhist holy land of Ganye Temple was like an icy cage to Wu Meiniang.

And those old nuns who were once Li Yuan's concubines were like jailers, making her suffer from endless bullying. Every day was like walking on the edge of a knife. Only she knew how it felt.

During the daily morning prayers, the smoke of incense curled up in the Buddhist hall, which should have been a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere. However, for Wu Meiniang, it was full of depression.

She forced herself to concentrate on the scriptures, but after all, she was new there and not familiar enough with the difficult and obscure scriptures, so it was inevitable that she would occasionally make mistakes in reading a sentence.

At this moment, an old nun sitting in the front row immediately frowned, her wrinkled face full of disgust and dissatisfaction, and she yelled in a shrill and harsh voice.

"You, little girl, once studied in the palace, how come you can't even read this scripture properly? Are you still thinking about the wealth and glory in the palace? Your heart is not sincere!"

The sound suddenly rang out in the silent Buddhist hall, like a thunderclap, which frightened Wu Zetian so much that she trembled and almost lost her grip on the wooden fish in her hand.

She suddenly felt a surge of grievance and resentment in her heart.

She came here because of the death of His Majesty, and was already filled with grief. It was just a momentary mistake, so why blame her so harshly?

But she knew very well that she was alone and weak at the moment. If she retorted, it would probably bring more trouble. She could only bite her lip and lower her head.

He suppressed the emotions that were about to burst out in his heart and continued to recite the scriptures.

But there was a hint of trembling and sobbing in her voice, and her eyes were slightly red. She tried hard not to let the tears fall, but her heart was in turmoil.

When sweeping the yard, it became a good opportunity for those old nuns to find trouble.

Wu Meiniang took a rough broom and carefully swept every corner of the temple, not leaving out any fallen leaves or dust. She was so tired that she was sweating profusely, and her clothes on the back were soaked with sweat.

After finally cleaning the yard clean, I felt like I could finally breathe a sigh of relief, but those old nuns seemed to be nitpicking and could always find all kinds of problems.

An old nun walked over slowly, her eyes as sharp as an eagle. After scanning the yard, she spoke in a shrill voice.

"Hey, what did you clean? There's still dust in the corners, and the steps aren't clean. You're just being perfunctory like that. Are you trying to be lazy?"

When Wu Meiniang heard this, she was furious. She thought that she had worked so hard and done her best, but she was being accused without any reason. It was really unfair.

She couldn't help but make a few excuses.

"I've been very careful and swept every spot several times. There really isn't any dust left."

When the old nun heard this, her expression instantly became even uglier, and she threw the broom in her hand directly at Wu Zetian.

"You are so ignorant, you dare to talk back here? The rules of this temple cannot be violated by you!"

Although it didn't hurt much when the broom hit her body, Wu Zetian felt extremely humiliated. Tears welled up in her eyes and she clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her flesh.

These guys who bully others by taking advantage of their power are just taking advantage of their age. Why do they bully me like this? I have never been afraid of anyone, but now I have to suffer such humiliation here.

But reason prevailed. She knew that she was isolated and helpless in this temple. If she acted impulsively, she might even lose her place to stay.

He could only hold back his tears, pick up the broom, and work hard again. While sweeping, he secretly swore in his heart that he would double back the humiliation he suffered today one day.

Meal time is a rare time in the day to take a break, but for Wu Zetian, it is still a difficult moment.

Everyone sat together in the simple dining hall. The food was extremely simple, just watery rice porridge with a few pitiful pickles, which looked unappetizing.

And those old nuns would deliberately make things difficult for her and give the worst food to Wu Zetian.

An old nun was holding a bowl, with a look of pride and sarcasm in her eyes. She looked at the pitiful amount of food in Wu Zetian's bowl and said in a sarcastic tone.

"Hmph, you, just eat these. It's good enough to have something to eat. Don't think about the delicacies from the mountains and the sea in the past."

Wu Zetian looked at the watery soup in the bowl and listened to the sarcastic words, feeling a pang of sadness in her heart.

When I was in the palace and was favored by His Majesty, every meal was filled with delicious food.

Now she was in such a state and was being humiliated like this. She was so angry that her hands were shaking. She really wanted to throw the bowl on the ground and argue with them.

But she knew in her heart that arguing with these people would only make herself more embarrassed, so she could only swallow her anger silently, take the hard-to-swallow food, and find a corner to eat alone.

Every bite felt like swallowing bitter tears. While eating, I wondered when I could get out of this predicament and no longer be bullied by these people.

When it was time to work, Wu Zetian followed everyone to the vegetable garden of the temple.

Her delicate hands were holding the farm tools, and she was not very skilled, so she worked naturally slowly.

The old nuns stood aside, with their arms folded across their chests, making sarcastic remarks.

"Oh, look at this delicate body of yours. You must have been used to enjoying the good life in the palace. Now that you're here, you won't be able to enjoy such a good life. Why don't you work harder?"

An old nun curled her lips and said disdainfully.

Those words stabbed Wu Zetian's heart like a knife. She was angry and anxious, and her hands moved more and more flustered, but the more anxious she was, the worse she did her job.

After a while, blisters appeared on her hands. The pain was so piercing that she couldn't help but gasp.

Looking at her hands covered with blisters, Wu Zetian felt sad, thinking that she used to be a proud and arrogant person, and had never suffered such pain.

Now my dignity is being trampled upon like this, but what can I do?

She gritted her teeth and decided that she would not be defeated like this. She would remember the humiliation she suffered today, and when she could finally come to her senses, she would make them pay for what they had done today.

Then he endured the pain and continued working, with stubbornness and indomitable spirit in his eyes. Even though sweat mixed with tears slid down his cheeks, he refused to stop for a moment.

The sun gradually sets in the west, and the blood-red setting sun dyes every corner of Ganye Temple with a dim hue, as if covering this already cold and quiet temple with a layer of lonely gauze.

Wu Meiniang took heavy steps, dragging her exhausted body, and moved towards the bedroom step by step.

Her figure looked so frail in the setting sun, and every step she took seemed to use up all her strength.

Finally returning to the simple bedroom, she was exhausted both physically and mentally and slowly sat down beside the simple little bed, her eyes empty and she was dazed for a while.

All the humiliation and hardship she had endured that day flashed through her mind like a kaleidoscope.

The sour feeling surged into her eyes, and tears were already welling up in them, but she forced herself to control her emotions, biting her lower lip tightly to prevent her vulnerable side from showing.

She knew in her heart that she was different from those old women.

In this Ganye Temple, which is filled with oppression and austerity, Wu Meiniang is like a delicate flower blooming among thorns, out of place yet dazzlingly beautiful.

She knew very well that the reason why she was being targeted was simply because of her beautiful face.

The charm between the eyebrows, the delicate facial features, and the fair skin.

Even in this pure land of Buddhism, it is difficult to conceal her beauty. She is young and beautiful, which should be a source of pride.

But here, it seems to have become a sin and the source of jealousy and resentment among the old nuns.

But Wu Meiniang knew in her heart that compared to them who had no hope at all, she still had hope.

She thought of Prince Jin Li Zhi. That young figure held a special weight in her heart.

Even though Prince Jin was still young, she could always see Li Zhi's deep love for her in his clear eyes.

Every time she thought about it, she would unconsciously raise the corners of her mouth slightly. She was confident that her stunning face was enough to charm all men.

As long as you hold on to Li Zhi's heart, there will be a chance of turning around in the future.

I must never give up on Li Zhi! At least after Li Zhi comes of age, a prince's weight will definitely allow me to be released from Ganye Temple!

Moreover, if there is another chance to meet His Majesty, she will not miss any possibility and will try her best to make progress.

She was unwilling to be trapped in this dark place for the rest of her life and be bullied by others.

She silently encouraged herself in her heart, as if she had already seen herself escaping from her current predicament.

That scene was like a ray of light shining into her currently gloomy life, rekindling a bit of fighting spirit in her originally exhausted heart.

Just when she was about to fetch some water to wash herself up and recover a little from her miserable state, an old nun walked in aggressively.

The old nun was wearing a plain monk's robe, but the robe could not hide her sharp and mean nature at all. Instead, her furrowed brow and sharp eyes made her look even more intimidating.

Her previous identity was not ordinary. Even among this group of old nuns, she was considered noble. She was Li Yuan's beloved concubine. She had been honored and favored in the palace and enjoyed all the luxury and wealth.

It is also because of this that the old nuns usually follow her lead and obey her words. In Ganye Temple, she is the "overlord" who has the final say.

As soon as the old nun entered the room, her eyes shot towards Wu Meiniang like sharp arrows. When she saw her charming face, she became even more furious.

The wrinkles on his face were twisted with anger, and his eyes, which were not big to begin with, were now as big as copper bells, full of jealousy.

She yelled in her shrill, piercing voice, "What time is it now? The sun hasn't even set yet! And you're already thinking of taking a break?"

"Humph, you're really good at being lazy. Do you really think this Ganye Temple is a place for you to enjoy happiness?"

After saying that, she viciously threw a dirty rag at Wu Meiniang's face. The rag had an unpleasant smell.

It brushed across Wu Meiniang's cheek, leaving a black mark, making her originally beautiful face look a little more disheveled.

"Go get me some water! Clean the gate of our Ganye Temple thoroughly!"

The old nun crossed her arms over her chest and gave orders in a domineering tone, leaving no room for negotiation, as if Wu Meiniang was just a slave at her beck and call.

She stood there, her eyes full of pride, as if seeing Wu Meiniang being wronged could make her feel better.

That face looked particularly ugly in this dim Zen room.