The cruel little princess

Then, he placed the tablet on the pedestal with great reverence, bowed respectfully, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply, and that was the end.

Although he did not recognize some of the tablets, he felt that these tablets had suffered this unprovoked disaster and their peace was disturbed because of him.

The dead are great!

It is reasonable and logical that he should apologize. This is his respect for the deceased and the moral principles he upholds in his heart.

He stopped for a moment in front of each tablet, muttering something, as if apologizing to the deceased.

Shen Zijin frowned and silently cleaned up the mess left by Princess Fukang with a helpless look on his face.

His heart was filled with resentment. While cleaning up, he thought resentfully in his heart that he really wanted to dig out Princess Fukang's ancestors and interrogate them.

Princess Fukang is simply a devil. She acts like this. I really don’t know what sins their ancestors committed to raise such a lawless thing?

Every time she appeared, it was like a nightmare, bringing endless troubles, and this time it was even more excessive, which completely exhausted his patience.

On the other side, Princess Fukang stormed out of the Hall of Rebirth.

Her steps were hurried and chaotic, like an enraged hedgehog, exuding an aura of anger.

She wandered aimlessly along the paths of Puning Temple, muttering to herself, her anger undiminished.

"Humph! This Shen Zijin! Still so ungrateful!"

Princess Fukang gnashed her teeth and said, "I have spoken to him so humbly, and he is still pretending to be noble and doesn't even want to marry me!

How dare he? He will regret his decision forever!

There was a gleam of resentment in her eyes, like a beast ready to take revenge after being injured.

"Fu Junhua!" Princess Fukang suddenly called out loudly, and her voice echoed in the quiet path.

When Fu Junhua heard the call, he immediately stepped forward respectfully. He lowered his head, not daring to look directly into Princess Fukang's angry eyes. "Princess, what are your orders?"

"Do as I just told you!"

There was a glint of cunning in Princess Fukang's eyes. She covered her delicate cherry mouth with her right hand, lowered her voice, and gave orders word by word in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Go find Shen Youyou and see if you can find a chance to be alone with her!

Remember, try to choose an opportunity where everyone can see it, and then destroy her innocence..."

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a cruel and vicious smile, as if she had already seen the scene of Shen Youyou's disgrace.

"Princess... If I do this, I will have no way out..." Fu Junhua frowned and said with embarrassment.

He knew very well that if he did this, he would completely offend Prince Jin's Mansion and the consequences would be disastrous.

If I haven’t recognized Sister You yet, I’ll really be dead... He added silently in his heart!

"Don't worry! This princess will keep you safe!"

Princess Fukang glared at him fiercely, her tone filled with threats, "But... if you don't do it, I guarantee you'll be torn into pieces right now!"

Her eyes were like two cold blades, piercing straight at Fu Junhua.

Fu Junhua was stunned and a chill rose in his heart.

He secretly sighed, it is true that "the mouth of a bamboo snake and the sting of a wasp are not poisonous enough, but the heart of a woman is the most poisonous"!

Princess Fukang was so cruel that she was willing to sacrifice everything to achieve her goals.

"Your humble servant... obeys your command!" Fu Junhua seemed to know his fate. He hung his head, drooped his shoulders, and turned to leave with heavy steps.

His heart was filled with helplessness and fear, but he did not dare to disobey Princess Fukang's orders.

"Make good use of your beauty!" Princess Fukang shouted loudly as she watched Fu Junhua leaving.

"Yes!" Fu Junhua looked embarrassed and left in a hurry without even bothering to greet.

His figure gradually disappeared at the corner of the path. It seemed that he went to look for Princess Jin Shen Youyou.

"You!" Princess Fukang cast her gaze at the two guards behind her, "Follow them. If you see Censor Fu find an opportunity, lead everyone over there and let everyone see the ugly appearance of Princess Jin and Censor Fu together!"

There was a crazy excitement in her eyes, as if she had already seen the devastating blow that Shen Youyou was about to face.

"Yes!" The guards knew that their duty was to obey orders. They did not dare to delay for even a moment and turned around and left quickly, soon disappearing from Princess Fukang's sight.

Shen Zijin looked solemn, and his slender fingers gently brushed across each tablet, as if caressing the soul of the deceased.

His movements were slow, and every detail was filled with piety. The tablets seemed to have warmth in his hands.

After packing them up, he carefully placed them one by one, his eyes revealing endless longing and respect.

After doing all this, he slowly walked out of the Hall of Rebirth.

The sunlight shone on his body, but it could not dispel the slight sadness in his heart.

He came to Puning Temple this time to bring his sister to worship his mother.

Every time I come here, it feels like a baptism of the soul.

During his previous stay in Beijing, he often came to listen to Abbot Wuwo's ​​lectures. The scriptures seemed to have a magical power. Just by listening for a while, his heart, which was drifting in the world, could become calm, as if he had found a quiet harbor in the midst of strong winds and huge waves.

Abbot Wuwo also had great respect for Shen Zijin and his son. They were willing to sacrifice their lives for the country and the people. This noble act deeply moved the abbot.

Therefore, Abbot Wuwo is also happy to communicate with them and occasionally explore the profound meaning of the scriptures together, which is a collision of thoughts and beliefs.

On the other side, Shen Youyou and His Royal Highness Prince Jin, under the guidance of the little monk, walked through the quiet path and came to the Zen room.

The scent of sandalwood curled in the Zen room. Abbot Wuwo had already brewed a pot of fragrant tea, and the fragrance of tea filled the entire room.

He sat there quietly, like a Buddha statue, waiting for the arrival of distinguished guests.

The Zen room is very quiet. The surrounding walls are of a simple gray color, and the years have left mottled marks on them, as if telling a long-ago story.

The floor is made of smooth bluestone slabs, each piece of which has been polished by time to a smooth texture, as if reflecting the Buddha's light in the house.

There is a low table placed in the center. The table is made of sandalwood with exquisite texture and exudes a faint sandalwood scent.

The teapot on the low table looks like a fine work of art, with delicate Buddhist eight treasures patterns engraved on the body, making it even more mysterious in the mist of tea fragrance.

Several tea cups were placed neatly on the side, their white porcelain texture emitting a soft glow under the dim candlelight.

A few sticks of sandalwood were burning in the corners, and the smoke was rising, interweaving and swirling in the air like silk threads, filling the entire room with a calming fragrance.

There are several Buddhist calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall. The handwriting is elegant and freehand yet solemn. Under the candlelight, they seem to come alive, conveying the profoundness of Buddhism to people.

There are several cushions placed on one side of the room. They are dull in color but as neat as new. They stay there quietly, witnessing countless times of Zen meditation and enlightenment.

There are several pots of green plants by the window, with branches and leaves stretching out, adding a bit of vitality to this Zen space. They are like elves guarding the Zen room, silently listening to the Buddhist sounds.

Upon seeing the two men enter, Abbot Wuwo stood up and respectfully bowed to the couple, chanting, "Amitabha! Please take a seat, benefactors!"

Abbot Wuwo's ​​voice was low and peaceful, echoing in the meditation room.

Shen Youyou and His Royal Highness Prince Jin also quickly put their hands together and returned the salute, each move full of respect.

His Royal Highness Prince Jin said solemnly, "I heard from my elder brother that Abbot Wuwo's ​​lectures are very Zen-like. I have come to bother you today. I hope the Abbot will be generous with his guidance!"

His eyes revealed his awe of Buddhism and his desire for wisdom.

"Your Highness is too polite!" Abbot Wuwo put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name again. His voice was long and seemed to carry a power that penetrated the soul.

The abbot smiled and poured four cups of tea gracefully. The aroma of the tea rose with the steam.

He invited Shen Youyou and His Royal Highness Prince Jin to taste the tea first, and his behavior showed the host's hospitality and compassion.

Shen Youyou was slightly stunned. She looked at the four cups of tea and couldn't help feeling a little confused.

There are only three people here, how come there are four cups of tea?

A thought quickly flashed through her mind, Oh, yes! Big Brother will be here soon!

I guess the abbot and Big Brother have a close relationship, so he waited for Big Brother to arrive before starting the lecture?!

Thinking of this, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and she and His Royal Highness Prince Jin thanked the abbot together, then slowly picked up the teacup.