After being reborn, her aloof ex-husband and her crazy deceased husband got into a fight.

Upon seeing Ding Peilan, Gan Cai'er abandoned her plan to ask for directions. Without a word, she immediately followed Ding Peilan and her daughter outside.

“Miss, there’s no need to go any further to the mountain gate. There are plenty of people here. Let’s just ask any master for directions.” Xiao Hong quickly grabbed Gan Cai’er’s arm as she walked straight out.

"I won't go back yet. I'll go with those two to take a look." Gan Cai'er said without turning her head.

Xiao Hong was completely bewildered. Although she didn't understand why, she knew that following her young mistress was always the right thing to do.

If we were to ask who Gan Cai'er hated most in her past life, Mei Wanyin and Qiao Que would definitely be number one. Not because of the various schemes and torments they plotted against her, but because they caused the deaths of Xiao Hong and Zhuo Wu.

Second on the list is Ding Peilan. She had known Ding Peilan for many years, and Ding Peilan not only used her cunning words to swindle a lot of money from her, but also ruthlessly trampled on her sincere feelings.

Ding Peilan's betrayal and treachery caused her to completely lose trust in her friends, leaving her utterly isolated and helpless in Kyoto. She was once plunged into deep self-doubt, feeling that she was truly as stupid and foolish as they said, and unworthy of anyone.

She was neither worthy of being Lan Tingzhou's principal wife nor worthy of receiving even the slightest bit of their affection.

After her rebirth, it was Zhu Xiaoxiao's appearance that warmed her heart again, allowing her to believe in friendship once more and regain her trust in her friends. It also made her realize that her past life wasn't her fault, but rather that those people were too wicked.

Gan Cai'er's gaze toward Ding Peilan was colder than snow.

She knew what Ding Peilan was best at and what she wanted most.

In her past life, Ding Peilan lived a life of luxury and success through her social skills and ability to please everyone. In this life, she is determined to make everything Ding Peilan desires vanish.

Gan Cai'er thought to herself, recalling that she and Ding Peilan had met at a banquet in her previous life, earlier than now. But it didn't matter; as long as she appeared wealthy and easily fooled, Ding Peilan would likely still approach her with the same enthusiasm as in her previous life.

As Gan Cai'er followed Ding Peilan and her daughter, she pondered how to approach and make their acquaintance. Suddenly, she sensed something was amiss.

At this time in her past life, she and Ding Peilan had already become close friends. She remembered that she had made an appointment with Ding Peilan to go shopping on Laba Festival, but Ding Peilan claimed to be sick and did not come.

If Ding Peilan's only purpose in coming to Foguang Temple with her wife to drink Laba porridge was to tell the truth, she could have done so without lying to herself. It seems that her trip to Foguang Temple must have had another purpose.

Gan Cai'er quickened her pace, getting even closer to the two. Fortunately, there were many people at Foguang Temple today, so her following along didn't seem out of place, and the two in front of her didn't even notice.

They followed him all the way out of Foguang Temple.

Just as they stepped out of the gate of Foguang Temple, a maidservant from the Ding family handed them two veiled hats, which Ding Peilan and Madam Ding each put on.

Gan Cai'er stopped in her tracks, looking at the huge crowd outside the mountain gate, and hesitated for a moment.

Uh... she didn't have a veil.

In Kyoto, women were required to wear veils or face coverings when going out or in public. Only maids, old women, and girls in brothels would expose their faces without any coverings.

She had taken off her veil and placed it in Mingxin Courtyard after entering the temple. Going back to retrieve it would obviously be too late, but if she were to step out of the temple gates with her face bare… the rumors that would spread throughout the capital tomorrow would likely drown her and Lantingzhou in their torment!

Xiao Hong noticed Gan Cai'er's concerns and said, "Miss, why don't I go out and take a look by myself?"

Upon hearing this, Gan Cai'er suddenly turned her head, glanced at Xiao Hong, and then grabbed Xiao Hong, heading towards a less crowded corner.

"Hey, hey, Miss, what are you doing?" Xiao Hong exclaimed softly.

Gan Cai'er quickly took off her hairpins, earrings, and bracelets, then stuffed them into her arms, and then took off her fox fur cloak.

"Instead of you going out, I'll go out with you. Hurry up, let's change our clothes, or we'll be late," Gan Cai'er urged.

Seeing that Gan Cai'er was anxious, Xiao Hong had no choice but to quickly take off her plain cotton-padded jacket and put it on Gan Cai'er.

“Remember, you are now Madam Lan. Go to the main hall for a while. I’ll be right back and come find you again later.” Gan Cai’er said, and started walking towards the mountain gate.

"Miss, you must come back soon."

"understood."

Gan Cai'er jogged out of the mountain gate. She hadn't run more than a few steps when she spotted Ding Peilan. However, only Ding Peilan was there; Madam Ding was nowhere to be seen.

Ding Peilan didn't go far; instead, she went into the porridge distribution shed at the temple gate. There, she was diligently helping the monks by rolling up her sleeves and handing them bowls and chopsticks.

Gan Cai'er looked closely and saw that Ding Peilan was not the only one helping the monks distribute Laba porridge; there were several other women as well, but they were all wearing veils and she couldn't recognize who they were.

Ding Peilan always did things with a purpose; she never did anything without a profit. Gan Cai'er stood not far from the soup kitchen, carefully observing the group of people who were busy at work.

Upon closer inspection, the trick was indeed revealed.

Apart from four or five women wearing veils, the dozen or so people in the soup kitchen were all monks from Foguang Temple, dressed in the same style of robes. However, one of them, though wearing a robe, had his hair tied up in a high bun with a wooden hairpin inserted in his hair. His demeanor was elegant and his expression serene.

Haha, I see.

Gan Cai'er smiled and said, "Ding Peilan, Ding Peilan, just wait and see if I don't make you lose sleep and appetite!"