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

The Dayong Kingdom had three dukes: the Duke of Wei, the Duke of Xin, and the Duke of Chu.

The Duke of Wei and the Duke of Chu both earned their titles through military merit. Only the Duke of Xin, Zhuge, achieved the title of Duke through his strategies for governing the country and his talent for assisting others. This can be considered the highest peak of civil officials in the Dayong Dynasty, and no one can compare to him.

The current Duke of Xin, Zhuge Shouyi, is also a key minister of the court and is highly trusted by the royal family. He and Mei Qingru serve as prime ministers, one on the right and one on the left.

Zhuge Shou had four sons, two legitimate and two illegitimate. Among them, his second legitimate son, Zhuge Yunzhi, was the most talked about in the capital.

Zhuge Yunzhi displayed extraordinary wisdom from a young age and had a strong affinity for Buddhism. At the age of eight, he could readily say: "All things in the world are illusory; every speck of dust and every object is merely a thought of the mind." "When thought ceases, all things vanish."

Upon hearing this, Master Yuanhui of Foguang Temple personally visited the Duke of Xin's residence, intending to accept him as a disciple. Upon hearing this, Zhuge Yunzhi rushed out of the residence without taking anything or anyone with him, and immediately decided to follow Master Yuanhui to become a monk.

Later, it was only after Lady Zhuge threatened to kill herself that Zhuge Yunzhi finally became a Buddhist disciple who practiced with his hair intact.

Although he practiced Buddhism while still keeping his hair, Zhuge Yunzhi had a profound understanding of Buddhism, and his insight into Buddhist teachings was far beyond what other monks could match.

Master Yuanhui had always wanted to hand over Foguang Temple to him. However, whenever the topic of ordination came up, Madam Zhuge would hang a white silk ribbon from the roof beam...

The battle of wits between Lady Zhuge and Master Yuanhui lasted for more than a decade. Seeing that Zhuge Yunzhi's devotion to Buddhism was becoming more and more steadfast, Lady Zhuge began to consider arranging a marriage for him.

She refused to believe that the mundane world couldn't hold her son's heart!

It's just about studying Buddhism; you don't necessarily have to become a monk!

Although Zhuge Yunzhi was born into a prominent family, he was completely different from all the other scions of noble families in the capital. He possessed an air of integrity, and although he was young, a faint compassion shone through his brows. This trace of compassion became the best way to identify him.

This is why Gan Cai'er was able to recognize him at a glance. In her previous life, she only knew that he practiced Buddhism in a temple, but she didn't know that he was actually practicing at Foguang Temple.

In his previous life, Zhuge Yunzhi's wife was Ding Peilan.

Gan Cai'er glanced at the porridge stall, stroked her chin, and her gaze lingered on the two people. Currently, there seemed to be no intimate interaction between them, not even a glance exchanged. Clearly, they didn't know each other.

But that makes sense, as their wedding is still a long way off. However, Gan Cai'er never expected that Ding Peilan, not even of marriageable age yet, would already have her eye on Zhuge Yunzhi.

Keep in mind that Ding Peilan's father was merely a fifth-rank military officer, while the Duke of Xin was a first-rank duke, not to mention the position of Right Chancellor! For her to dare to make such a move shows how incredibly audacious she is!

Gan Cai'er looked at Zhuge Yunzhi and couldn't help but shake her head and sigh. He was such a good person. How could Ding Peilan have ruined him?

Gan Cai'er knew very well what Ding Peilan wanted: wealth, status, and prestige. And in her past life, she had indeed achieved that.

Gan Cai'er shook her head as she walked towards the mountain gate. Knowing that Zhuge Yunzhi was here made everything much easier. As for how to deal with him, she needed to think it over carefully.

So she returned to the main hall along the same route, and then asked a monk to lead the way to the wishing tree.

"Miss, we've been out for so long, shouldn't we go straight back to Mingxin Courtyard?" Xiao Hong asked.

"What's the point of going back? I haven't even seen the wishing tree yet," Gan Cai'er said, unwilling to give up.

“Our temple’s wishing tree is very effective; you are welcome to go and see it,” the monk who led them said kindly. “Everyone who comes to Foguang Temple goes to see it.”

"Master, it's said that the wishing tree in your temple is the most effective for praying for marriage, is that true?" Gan Cai'er blinked, curiously gossiping.

The monk smiled and said, "As long as your heart is sincere when you make a wish, any wish will come true."

"Then would it work if I made a wish to kill or commit arson?" Gan Cai'er deliberately challenged.

"That's fine too." The monk smiled, clearly seeing that Gan Cai'er was looking for trouble.

"But once a vow is made, it must be fulfilled. As long as the benefactor can bear the sins of murder and arson, that's fine."

Gan Cai'er choked, sheepishly abandoning her desire to argue. Seeing how logically the monk spoke, she couldn't help but think that since she had been reborn, there must still be gods in this world. In that case, she would sincerely make a wish, that her entire family, young and old, would be safe and well, and stay away from disaster.

As for revenge, there's no need to trouble the gods; she can handle it herself.

Thinking of this, her steps quickened, urging the monk to hurry towards the wishing tree.

When the group arrived at the wishing tree, they saw a person standing there, wearing a light blue crane cloak, looking up at the tree full of red ribbons.

The vibrant red blossoms of the tree accentuated his handsome figure, making him appear like a solitary pine tree standing alone. Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned around.

If it's not Lantingzhou, then who is it?

"How did you end up here?" Gan Cai'er asked in surprise.

"I'll wait for you." Lan Tingzhou looked at her.

"How did you know I hadn't arrived yet? What if I had left already?" Gan Cai'er couldn't help but ask curiously.

“Miss Zhu said you’ve never been here before, so I figured you were probably lost and that’s why I’m waiting here,” Lan Tingzhou said calmly.

Gan Cai'er kicked the pebbles under her feet, feeling annoyed. It seemed that it was not easy to change her habit of not knowing or remembering the way.

"Oh, by the way, where is Xiao Xiao?" Gan Cai'er quickly changed the subject.

"She went back with Brother Wei."

"Sir, I've got the red silk." Just then, a clear, childlike voice rang out.

Gan Cai'er looked in the direction of the sound and saw Du Ke running out of a side hall with several red silk ribbons and writing brush and ink.

The wishing tree at Foguang Temple is an ancient Bodhi tree, not quite eight hundred years old, but close to a hundred. It looks even bigger than the previous ginkgo tree, with a trunk so thick that it takes several people to encircle it. The green leaves on the dense canopy have long since fallen, leaving only a sea of ​​red, all covered with red ribbons used for making wishes.

Foguang Temple built a separate courtyard for the wishing tree. A low wall divides the courtyard in two, with one half belonging to the front temple and the other half to the back temple.

So, on the other side of the wall, people come and go, laughter and chatter fill the air, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere, while on this side, the courtyard is quiet and serene, with snowflakes swirling down without disturbing a speck of dust.

In the semi-empty courtyard, only a few of them were under the tree; even the monk who had led the way had left sometime earlier.

Du Ke sat at the stone table under the wishing tree and picked up his pen to write.

"Eighth Prince, what did you wish for?" Gan Cai'er leaned closer to look.

"I want my parents to be healthy and for me to succeed in my studies," Du Ke replied obediently.

What a good child, Gan Cai'er thought to herself.

"I want to write too!" Gan Cai'er said enthusiastically.

"Let me do it. What do you want to write?" Lan Tingzhou reached out and took the red silk from her hand.

"I also want to write that my parents and family are in good health and free from illness and disaster, and that I myself will have a prosperous business and abundant wealth!"

When Du Ke saw that Gan Cai'er had used his words, he couldn't help but smile, seemingly very pleased.

Just as they finished writing their wishes on the red ribbons and were about to throw them onto the tree branch, a clear, melodious voice rang out behind them.

"Brother Lan, you're here too?"

Everyone turned around and saw a man standing behind them. He was tall and elegant, with his hair tied up in a hairpin and wearing a light blue brocade robe. He looked very refined and gentle.

This person looked unfamiliar; Gan Cai'er didn't recognize him.

Lan Tingzhou smiled slightly, stepped forward, and bowed respectfully: "Today is Laba Festival, and I have been invited to the temple to have a bowl of Laba porridge. Lord Yao, are you here to have Laba porridge too?"

The man smiled and shook his head: "I'm not here to drink Laba porridge, I'm here to deliver Laba porridge."

“After winter began, my mother’s health was not good, and she has been resting at the temple for some time. Today is Laba Festival, so my father and I brought her some Laba porridge that my mother cooked herself, to show our filial piety.”

Lord Yao?

Gan Cai'er glanced at the other person silently. How could this be such a coincidence?

She always felt like she had been tricked.

She glanced at Lan Tingzhou again, only to see that his face remained calm and composed, without a trace of surprise or astonishment.

So, he already knew all along?

No wonder he offered to bring Du Ke along.

But he hasn't gone out lately; he's been staying home every day. How could he have known that the Yao family would come here today?