The cruel little princess

"It's better to leave! It's quiet!" Shen Zijin's eyebrows and eyes were full of annoyance. He suddenly blurted out these words. His voice was so cold that it seemed to be wrapped in ice chips, and it suddenly exploded in the quiet air of Puning Temple.

Everyone around was startled and looked at him. He folded his arms across his chest, his expression showing relief and impatience. His eyes seemed to say that this farce should have ended long ago as it disturbed everyone's peace.

"Amitabha! It's getting late. Your Highness Prince Jin, Princess, General Shen, you should go back and rest as soon as possible!"

Abbot Wuwo was wearing a cassock, with his hands clasped together, looking dignified. His calm words seemed to have a calming power that spread slowly in the night wind, peaceful and unquestionable.

Every word reveals the detachment and indifference of a monk, and the meaning of exhortation is fully revealed, and it seems to be able to smooth out the wrinkles in people's hearts caused by the troubles of the day.

"Abbot, what happened today... was not my intention..."

His Royal Highness Prince Jin frowned slightly, pursed his thin lips, and his expression was full of hesitation. After thinking it over again and again, he finally decided to tell Abbot Wuwo in a subtle way.

He stood tall and straight like a pine tree in the corridor of the ancient temple, his sleeves fluttering in the wind. He spoke with caution and looked at the abbot sincerely, as if apologizing for the chaos caused by the accident just now, and as if seeking understanding and forgiveness.

Upon hearing this, Abbot Wuwo simply waved his hands calmly, his wide robe sleeves dancing as if sweeping away the worldly worries. He chanted, "Amitabha, only by adhering to your original mind can you achieve your goal!"

The sound was like a huge bell, echoing in the corridors of the temple and hitting the red-painted pillars. The lingering sound was full of profound Zen meaning, as if it was an enlightenment and a comfort, which slightly relaxed the tense expression of His Royal Highness Prince Jin.

Upon hearing this, His Royal Highness Prince Jin said no more. He turned aside and called over An Nineteen. His expression was stern, but his tone was unquestionable. He whispered, "Return to the mansion immediately and tell the housekeeper to open the storehouse and take out 1,000 taels of gold to be presented to the Buddha at Puning Temple to rebuild his golden statue! You must set out early tomorrow morning and arrive as soon as possible!"

An Shijiu obeyed the order and disappeared into the night like a ghost, disappearing in an instant.

Everyone had their own thoughts and dragged their tired bodies back to their own yards to rest, leaving this matter aside for the time being.

On the second day, the warm sun shone on Puning Temple. After the vegetarian meal, the dining hall was still filled with the faint aroma of vegetarian food.

His Royal Highness Prince Jin and his entourage walked along the winding paths of the temple, strolling briefly among the towering ancient trees and numerous steles. Their eyes swept over the mottled Buddha statues and flying eaves and brackets one by one, as if they wanted to deeply engrave the quiet scenery of Puning Temple in their hearts as a souvenir of this trip.

Then he packed his luggage and set off back to Beijing.

However, along with them, they also took back to Beijing a letter handwritten by Abbot Wuwo.

The letter paper was plain white, the ink was as black as lacquer, and the abbot's handwriting was vigorous and ancient. The letter truthfully reported the "good things" that Princess Fukang had done in Puning Temple!

When the emperor read the letter, he was furious. He slammed the table and stood up in the imperial study, raging like thunder, and shouted angrily: "You are the princess of Qinglong Kingdom, what kind of man can't you want?! Why do you have to use such a despicable method!"

The sound was filled with the emperor's fury, shaking the beams and seeming to shatter the majesty of the palace.

Inside the imperial study, the atmosphere was so solemn that it seemed as if water could be wrung out of it. The emperor's face was filled with rage, and the hem of his dragon robe was trembling slightly with anger.

He snorted coldly and slammed his hand on the dragon table: "I originally thought that if Princess Fukang was a kind person, I could match her with Lao Jiu.

The Ninth Elder's wife is now ill and unable to have children. It would be the same if he took a child from the concubine and raised it. After all, it is the Ninth Elder's child and will be a great help to him in the future...

I never thought that Princess Fukang would be such a good-for-nothing!" After saying this, she picked up the teacup beside her and took a gulp, as if trying to suppress her anger, but to little avail.

"Emperor calm down!"

Grandpa Xiao Xizi fell to his knees with a trembling "thump", and his knees collided with the gold bricks with a crisp sound.

He lowered his head, cold sweat rolling down his forehead, his voice trembling: "If Princess Fukang doesn't work, don't we still have Princess Mingzhu?

I heard that Princess Mingzhu of the White Dragon Kingdom is well-educated, gentle and virtuous, and she must be someone that will catch the eye of the Ninth Prince..."

The emperor frowned, closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then took a deep breath and said, "Prepare the writing brush and ink. I want to send a personal letter to the Qinglong Kingdom!"

Send someone to send Princess Fukang back directly!

Out of sight!

Just a troublemaker!

Here, he beats people in the street and causes chaos in the city, and he still has no self-respect!

Actually in Puning Temple...

Sigh! I wonder how the Qinglong Kingdom Emperor disciplines his children...

It is better for such a woman not to enter the backyard of the Ninth Master, so as to avoid the unrest in the palace in the future."

Xiao Xizi quickly got up and swiftly prepared the pen and ink. The emperor picked up the pen and wrote a strongly worded letter with a sharp pen.

On the other hand, the post station was filled with gloom and Fu Junhua's situation was desperate.

His back and buttocks were beaten to a bloody mess, and his clothes were soaked with blood, making them sticky.

The night wind was biting cold, and the guards couldn't bear it. They were afraid that he would catch a cold when they carried him down the mountain, so they took the initiative to add a quilt to keep him warm, but it still didn't help.

The mountain road was bumpy, and he gritted his teeth and persevered all the way, but he still caught a cold and had a high fever. He was confused and delirious with fever.

He didn't last more than two days before his eyes rolled back and he died.

Just at this time, Princess Fukang received an imperial edict from the Emperor of Jinlong Kingdom ordering her to return as soon as possible.

She clutched the imperial edict in her hand, her heart filled with sorrow and anger. Now that this had happened, her reputation was ruined, and the marriage with the Kingdom of Jinlong would definitely not be possible!

But even if she goes back, I'm afraid this matter will affect her future marriage.

Humph! Chu Huaijin! You deserve to die!

I didn't expect that he could see through my plan and deliberately framed me!

Even if the marriage fails, the most this princess will lose is her position as a concubine...

However, what you want, this princess will make sure that you will never get it in your entire life!

Let me tell you, offending this princess will be the thing you regret most in your life! Princess Fukang clenched the brush in her hand and continued to write carefully on a piece of paper.

"Come on! Prepare the carriage!" Princess Fukang ordered. "I'm feeling down and out, so I need to go for a walk."

As she spoke, she casually handed a beautifully written note to Yu Cuiliu. "Go, take this note to that person! Be careful not to let anyone else see it!"

"Yes! I obey your command!" Cui Liu respectfully took the note and went to find the guard.

Princess Fukang continued to instruct on other matters, including preparing a coffin and transporting Fu Junhua back.

Originally, she saw Fu Junhua desperately trying to maintain the reputation of the Qinglong Kingdom, and thought that it was hard to leave his homeland, so she should bring his body back for burial no matter what, so that his soul could return to his hometown.

But the people at the post station were unwilling to agree. The postmaster, who was in charge, frowned and said impatiently: "It's New Year's Day, and it's unlucky to have a dead body at the post station!

Besides, the corpse has been left here for too long and the weather is cold. If it causes a plague, everyone in our post station will be buried with it!

Besides, he is still a suspect in the assassination of His Royal Highness Prince Jin. If you insist on taking him away, you will be irreconcilable with our Golden Dragon Nation!"

Princess Fukang was so angry that her eyes turned red and her chest heaved violently, but she was alone in a foreign country and could do nothing.

The guards at the post station pretended to be "kind and helpful" and hurriedly carried a thin coffin and buried Fu Junhua.

Seeing the guards of the Jinlong Kingdom carrying away Fu Junhua's body, it seemed that they also carried away Princess Fukang's last stubbornness. She stood there, tears silently streaming down her face, her heart filled with sorrow and not knowing where to go home.

Little did they know that just after the soil of Fu Junhua's thin coffin was shoveled a few times and before the soil had time to completely bury the coffin, a cloud of dust was raised in the distance and the sound of horse hooves could be heard.

In the blink of an eye, An Yi and An Er from Prince Jin's Mansion came up with a few nimble brothers, with stern expressions and captivating aura.

"Stop!" An Yi's voice was low, like a huge bell, revealing unquestionable majesty.

An Er then clasped his fists, showed great courtesy, and said politely, "Thank you for your hard work, brothers!"

The officials at the post station were all good at judging people by their appearance. Although they could not immediately identify An Yi and his men, when their eyes glanced at the glittering waist badge of Prince Jin's Mansion, their waists instantly bent down and their faces were full of smiles.

"What are you gentlemen doing?"

The leading postman accompanied him and carefully tested the situation.

An Er had a faint smile on his lips, and he casually took out a few silver ingots from his arms. The heavy silver was dazzling in the sunlight, and he stuffed them directly into the leader's hands.

The postman wanted to refuse, but An Er directly stuffed the silver ingot into the waist belt on his chest.

"You are welcome, gentlemen! If Prince Jin's Mansion needs us for anything, just ask us directly!" The postman asked An Er with a nod and a bow.