Reborn, I was pursued by the Prince of the Broken Sleeves

This confused mind, after being tortured for so many years, still doesn't understand how she can live a good life.

Lin noticed the old lady's reaction and was at a loss for a moment, not knowing how to respond. She raised her eyes and looked at Su Manman.

Su Manman's face was solemn, and she bowed deeply to Old Madam Zhou. "Aunt, I think you've heard about the Su Mansion's affairs."

"My father favored his concubine over his wife, and my brother was forced to flee to the border, with no news from him. I was sent to Jiangyang, left unattended, and faced several life-threatening situations. Mother was even poisoned in the mansion. If I hadn't returned home early this time, she would have died."

These things actually happened in my previous life.

Thinking of it, she felt heartbroken and tried hard to hold back tears. "Now that I just returned home, he beat me without any reason. After so many years, I don't expect anything from him anymore. I just want to live a good life with my mother."

"Since Su Tinggui and Concubine Liu are deeply in love, then they can live their lives and we can live ours."

"Back then, when mother married into the Su family, my maternal grandparents prepared a generous dowry for her, which has been supporting the expenses of the Su family for so many years."

"This silver is a token of the parents' deep love for their daughter. If Su Tinggui doesn't cherish his mother, how can he feel at ease using this silver?"

When Mrs. Zhou heard Su Manman's words, she looked at the little girl in front of her with a serious look, "What do you want to do?"

Su Manman glanced at Lin and said, "Mother, this depends on what you want."

Lin wiped away the tears from her eyes and said firmly, "I want to get my dowry back."

"Is that all?" Su Manman pressed.

A trace of confusion flashed across Lin's eyes.

Privately, she discussed with her daughter that she was going to find Old Madam Zhou to find a backer and take back her dowry.

My daughter asked me this now, is there anything else?

"Do you still want to continue living with Su Tinggui?" Su Manman asked.

The luster in Lin's eyes dimmed. "More than twenty years have passed. The feelings between us have faded. How can we still talk about whether we can get along?"

"Let's get a divorce!" Su Manman suggested.

Her words not only frightened Mrs. Lin, but also shocked Mrs. Zhou who was standing beside her.

The rest of the people in the room lowered their heads in fear, fearing that they had heard something they shouldn't have.

"Man'er, this..." Lin stuttered, not knowing how to respond.

Divorce was something she had never thought about.

"Do you still have feelings for Su Tinggui?" Su Manman asked.

Lin shook her head. "He favors Concubine Liu and doesn't care about my life or death at all."

"Then take back your dowry and get a divorce." She continued to make suggestions.

Where in the world is there a daughter who encourages her mother to divorce her father?

Madam Zhou was stunned at the moment. She looked at the little girl in front of her and hesitated for a moment. "Some things need to be done slowly. Let your mother think it through."

For Lin now, her family is thousands of miles away. What should she do after the divorce?

Moreover, if she asked for a divorce, how would her two children, who were at the age of marriage, find good husbands?

Mrs. Lin thought so, and so did Mrs. Zhou.

The matter of divorce requires careful consideration. The two of them tacitly changed the subject and chatted for a while.

Before I knew it, the sun was setting.

The group got up and prepared to go down the mountain and return to the city.

As soon as Su Manman went out, she saw Taohong and Qingluan standing in the yard with depressed looks on their faces, not knowing what to do with their hands and feet.

It must be that Yuchan was not found.

But time is running out, "Let the monks in the temple keep an eye on it for us."

She urged, "Don't be upset, go back home first."

The group walked out along the corridor, and when they reached the temple gate, a light drizzle suddenly fell from the sky.

At first, the rain was light.

In a moment, raindrops fell like beans, getting bigger and bigger.

The driver, Zhao Dashan, parked the carriage under a shed at the door. He looked up at the sky and said to Su Manman, "Miss, the weather has changed suddenly. If we leave now, the rain will get heavier and the road will be muddy and unsafe."

"How can we leave now?"

Madam Zhou grabbed Lin and said, "You and I will stay in the fragrant room tonight. If that boy Su Tinggui dares to act unruly tomorrow, I will take care of you."

"But I..." Lin had no idea and looked back at Su Manman.

Su Manman nodded, "We will stay here tonight."

Seeing this, Madam Zhou was in a good mood, "Yan Bing..."

She called her by her maiden name, "Don't worry. There are many pilgrims today, and the incense rooms are scarce. But Wu Xiaowen just left, and there is a vacant yard, which is enough for us to live in."

"Is it Mr. Wu from Huichun Hall?" Su Manman heard and continued, "He also came to burn incense today?"

"Yes!" Mrs. Zhou said with a smile, "He will come on the first and fifteenth days of the lunar month, but..."

Madam Zhou lowered her voice and said, "He came here to accompany His Highness Prince Qi."

Having said this, she glanced at Su Manman and asked, "Are you familiar with His Royal Highness Prince Qi?"

Su Manman didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of the old lady, "We just know each other."

Madam Zhou was also a smart person. She stopped asking questions and continued, "His Royal Highness Prince Qi has a close relationship with Master Xuwu of Baiyun Temple. When the master returned, he must have discussed Buddhist scriptures with him. He was delayed and left just an incense stick ago."

Su Manman listened to the old lady's words and looked up at the sky.

In the distance, dark clouds pressed down and the raindrops connected together to form a rain curtain.

All I saw was pitch black, and I couldn't see the scenery ahead clearly.

"It's going downhill now and they'll get wet in the rain," she murmured.

Hope, it's just rain.

"Young people, it's okay. It's just that you are all weak. Go back to the house." Li Yuan beside her was always concerned about the old lady's health.

"Let's go back." Old Madam Zhou grabbed Lin's hand and walked back.

Su Manman was the last one to fall behind. When she was about to step into the door, she heard the sound of horse hooves behind her.

She paused and turned to look.

Two carriages came hurriedly and stopped at the steps at the door.

A man in a yellow short coat jumped down from the carriage and shouted towards the side room at the door, "Little Master, hurry up."

Two young monks rushed out of the side room, shouting, "Why are you here so late? Why is Master Wang Er gone?"

"He had something to do and left halfway." The man replied.

The rain soaked his clothes. He brushed the rain-soaked hair back from his face and said, "Wang Er isn't here, but the quality of the goods is excellent. The rain is falling fast, so hurry up and move."

Several people began to move the jars from the cart.

When the little monk passed by Su Manman, he slightly turned sideways, and a strange smell drifted over.

Su Manman frowned slightly and stood still without leaving.

Several people first took the jar off the carriage and temporarily placed it under the eaves, and then moved it back to the temple later.

Su Manman took slight steps forward, opened a lid, and sniffed lightly.

The newly fired porcelain jar exuded the unique scent of clay, but she had keen senses and could smell a special scent from the jar.

It smells like gunpowder.

Her hand quickly touched the wall of the jar, leaving a layer of special powder on her fingertips.

The smell became stronger.

It's gunpowder, for sure.

These people carried gunpowder in jars. Where is the gunpowder now?