Good luck in pregnancy, the daughter of the prime minister's mansion has a soft waist

Later, His Majesty himself became tired of seeing his frightened face.

Apart from a queen in name only, there were no other concubines in the palace, let alone the selection of beautiful girls.

If Shen Muxue wanted to enter the palace through legal channels, it would be almost impossible.

It was also widely rumored that the emperor was unlucky and had killed countless people on the battlefield, and was therefore punished by the gods.

Nowadays, the emperor would go to Hongfu Temple every month to listen to the monks chanting scriptures to clear away the disasters on his body.

This matter is well known to everyone, so people usually avoid coming here during this period.

When Shen Muxue stepped into the temple, it was so deserted that it seemed as if the entire place had been cleared in advance.

After a quick inspection, she locked onto the emperor's location.

At this moment, the emperor was sitting in the main hall, listening quietly to the abbot and the monk chanting scriptures.

The surroundings were unusually quiet. Perhaps everyone knew what was going on, so no one came forward to disturb them. The guards also hid in the dark.

Shen Muxue walked towards the main hall. The maids accompanying her were all very timid and did not dare to come near. Only Nanny Yu and Yutang stayed by her side.

When they were about to reach the door, a young monk stopped them.

"Sir, this hall is temporarily closed today. I will have someone take you to another place to burn incense."

Nanny Yu and Yutang also roughly guessed who was inside, so they pulled Shen Muxue and tried to take her away.

But she ignored him and pretended to be innocent. "I dreamt of my deceased mother last night. She was worried about her daughter, who was left alone in the mortal world. I couldn't bear to see her go without peace of mind, so I wanted the abbot to chant the mantra for rebirth more often so that my mother's soul could return to paradise."

"Little Master, please let me in for the sake of our deep affection for mother and daughter."

After saying that, Shen Muxue handed a silver note with a face value of one thousand taels to the little monk.

Even a first-rank official received less than a few hundred taels of silver in salary each year, and the Shen family's donations to the temple over the years were also no more than a few hundred taels.

Seeing Shen Muxue being so generous, the little monk was a little shocked, but after all, he had seen some of the world, so he still shook his head to express his refusal.

Then Shen Muxue took out a second bill of the same amount and placed it in his palm.

The young monk began to look hesitant, and just as he was about to refuse again, the other party handed him the same silver note for the third time.

"Does the young master really want to force me to give up all my dowry money just to buy a moment of peace?"

Nowadays, when a woman gets married, her dowry is usually only a few thousand taels of silver. If her family is well-off, she may be able to give her tens of thousands of taels, just like the eldest cousin of the Shen family's eldest daughter.

The young monk was stunned after hearing this. In fact, he had never thought about calculating the young lady's dowry, but he just couldn't speak directly about the situation.

"Donor, I speak like this out of good intentions."

The little monk muttered to himself that the emperor was here, and even if he didn't explicitly say that he didn't want to be disturbed, anyone who knew a little would naturally choose to stay away from him.

If I barge in rashly and accidentally bump into the emperor, I would probably die before I even leave the main hall. It really saved me a lot of dowry money.

Ignoring the little monk's hesitant expression, Shen Muxue asked innocently, "How about asking this master to ask the abbot first to see if he allows me to enter?"

Looking at the innocent girl in front of him, and then at the gold and silver jewelry in his hands, the little monk hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked into the hall.

The abbot heard the voice and asked the reason, and noticed the amount of money in the other party's hand. He couldn't help but sigh, what a huge fortune!

At present, most of those prominent families are empty shells, and the offerings that the temples collect with great effort on a daily basis are often only a few in number.

If you can exchange three thousand taels of silver just by reciting a few sentences, why not do it?

His gaze shifted from the seat in front of him to the Emperor, who was sitting upright on the futon. He couldn't help but feel a surge of anxiety. What if this little girl really met with an unforeseen event after entering?

However, thinking about it carefully, the abbot remembered the examples he had seen of people who had encountered the emperor but remained unharmed: as long as the two sides did not come into direct contact, there seemed to be no danger to life.

After pondering for a long time, the abbot said, "Your Majesty, you have been in seclusion in our temple for ten years. The effects of poisons and sorcery on your body have greatly weakened. When you encounter female relatives, you can keep a certain distance and avoid killing them."

The emperor did not open his eyes, and his face, as cold as a knife, showed no change. He only responded in a low but clear voice: "Hmm."

The abbot then cautiously suggested, "There's a young woman outside who's asked me to recite a prayer on her behalf, so her mother can rest in peace. Since Your Majesty has recovered somewhat, I wonder if this young woman could come along and listen to the lecture."

The emperor frowned slightly, then regained his composure.

The emperor, who possessed extraordinary physique and superb martial arts, naturally had amazing hearing and had long since grasped the meaning behind the conversation between the two.

However, the abbot's last words touched his heart, and perhaps his health was really beginning to improve.

At first, whenever he touched a woman, it would cause a fatal crisis, and he would also emit a strange smell that made people avoid him as much as possible.

During the period of self-isolation, I gradually developed a dislike for the opposite sex.

It was not until he returned from the battlefield and practiced spiritual cultivation to purify his soul that he felt some relief.

The fact that his recent encounters with women had not resulted in any serious consequences had given him an optimistic outlook on his condition.

Although he feels that he has hope of recovery, he is still unwilling to put other people's lives in danger as a means of verification.

Now that someone has come to ask for a meeting, I might as well agree to it. After all, it was her own request, and if anything unexpected happens, it can be considered as fate.

After a long silence, the abbot felt that His Majesty might not agree. He was about to ask the monk to return the banknote when His Majesty said softly, "Yes."

Everyone had their own little plans in mind, and this ending satisfied everyone, except for Nanny Yu and Yu Tang who were praying anxiously outside the palace gate.

Shen Muxue walked into the hall with a focused gaze, and knelt silently beside the emperor under the guidance of the little monk.

"Amitabha, how many times would you like me to recite the Amitabha Mantra?"

“The more the merrier.”

After saying that, Shen Muxue clasped her hands together, sat cross-legged on the cushion, and began to listen attentively.

The host's leisurely voice echoed in her ears, but Shen Muxue's mind was already racing.

Yesterday she planned to come to Hongfu Temple, thinking that she could pretend to meet the emperor by chance, and then accidentally fall into the dragon robe. As long as she was safe, perhaps the emperor would have some ideas.

Who would have thought that today he would find that the emperor was meditating and worshipping Buddha with a solemn expression, so he had to adapt to the situation and enter the hall.

It is not easy to touch His Majesty naturally in front of the host without appearing to be deliberate.

Maybe pretend to be unconscious later?

What if the emperor doesn’t rescue us and instead asks the little monk to help us?

Or should I speed up my pace when leaving, pretend to be in a hurry to go to the toilet, and then bump into the dragon's body?

But this is too disrespectful for a lady.