My elder sister forced me to become a concubine; I was reborn and remarried into the emperor's

Wei Nanxun had initially believed Pei Ji's earnest words, but upon hearing that the peach blossoms were approaching, she realized she had been tricked again.

Her embarrassment turned into a hint of anger, and she no longer cared whether she was in a quiet Buddhist sanctuary.

"Pei Ji, you're teasing me again."

Pei Ji was in a good mood; he loved seeing the little girl's most natural and genuine expression when she was being teased.

It's because she always deliberately keeps her distance from him, not only with a distant look in her eyes, but also by constantly calling him "Your Highness," which makes everyone dislike her.

Wei Nanxun, with her youthful appearance, felt she couldn't stay any longer and decided to leave.

Before she could bid farewell to Master Wuhui, she heard that low, hoarse voice earnestly say, word by word: "When things reach their lowest point, they will soon turn around; a virtuous person will rise from the mountains. If you encounter good news of the Tiger and Rabbit, you will be able to accomplish anything even in the midst of busyness."

The fortune slip is not difficult to understand. It means that she will encounter setbacks and difficulties, but in the end she will turn bad luck into good or even turn misfortune into blessing.

The last sentence says, "If you ask about how to handle affairs, you will encounter a benefactor."

Noble.

Wei Nanxun subconsciously looked up at Pei Ji, only to meet his gaze directly.

She had always known that Pei Ji had long, narrow phoenix eyes with jet-black pupils, which gave people a strong sense of oppression whenever he looked at them.

But this time, she saw the depth in his eyes, like a whirlpool that drew her in, from which she could not escape.

The two gazed at each other from afar, neither speaking, but an aura lingered between them, seemingly impenetrable to anyone else.

Until Master Wuhui murmured "Amitabha".

This suddenly brought Wei Nanxun back to her senses, and her face flushed. She cursed the scoundrel in her heart, saying that he was too good at seducing people and that she could be bewitched by him if she wasn't careful.

We really have to be careful.

But she never expected that Pei Ji was not only knowledgeable and well-versed in military strategy, but also actually understood Buddhist teachings.

Is there anything in this world that he doesn't understand?

"Old monk, you're not here to just watch the show; you're here to get things done."

Pei Ji always spoke like this, but she didn't expect him to be so blunt even with the master. And watching the show, handling affairs? What was he talking about again?

Master Wuhui, however, seemed to have grown accustomed to his attitude. He was not angry at all, and still looked peaceful and serene, with the air of a true enlightened being, a celestial being with an air of otherworldly grace.

"Young benefactor, please have a seat here."

The master was referring to a futon beside him, which was very close to Pei Ji.

Wei Nanxun didn't know what the master wanted to say to her, but she still respected the master's principle, put her hands together and bowed again, and then sat down cross-legged.

"Hand out."

This time it was Pei Ji who spoke. She knew he must have made some kind of agreement with the master, and it was related to her.

Her fortune has already been interpreted, and I really can't think of any reason why she could bother the master.

Although she didn't know why she had to reach out, her instinct made her obediently extend her palm.

Master Wuhui held her hand with one hand and smoothed her fingers with the other, revealing a pale, luminous palm.

The master was actually reading her palm.

She glanced at Pei Ji subconsciously. Given his personality, it was already quite unusual for him to come to the Buddhist temple and even get to know Master Wu Hui.

What's even more unbelievable is that someone as decisive and ruthless as him, who controls the life and death of others, shouldn't he trust himself more? Yet he actually believes in fate and even palmistry.

Master Wuhui's fingers were very cold, and there were some mottled marks that belonged to an old man. His fingertips followed the clearest life line on her palm downwards.

He paused for a moment at the forked point of his palm lines.

“Young benefactor, you are destined for disaster. It seems you will be betrayed by your closest relatives. It’s a dead end.”

As Wei Nanxun heard him speak, the hairs on her body stood on end. In her previous life, how come she wasn't betrayed by her closest relatives and met a tragic end?

The master truly possessed supernatural powers; he could predict everything.

Before she could tremble with fear at the fact that her fate had been predicted, she heard the master say slowly, "Fortunately, young benefactor, your life is not meant to end. You have met a benefactor and have new opportunities."

He withdrew his palm, clasped his hands together, and nodded, saying, "Amitabha, young benefactor, you have good karma. Although the road ahead is difficult, you will surely turn around and everything in this life will go smoothly."

This life?

Wei Nanxun's heart skipped a beat for no reason. If someone else had mentioned this word, she would have no doubt that the other person knew something.

Master Wu Hui was truly too powerful; she felt as if her secrets had been exposed.

While she was still in a daze, the person next to her spoke first: "Old monk, if you're going to tell your fortune, then tell your fortune. Don't say these mystical things to scare people."

Master Wuhui gave Wei Nanxun a meaningful look and smiled gently: "With Benefactor Pei here, I believe the predicament I mentioned will not occur."

"The scenery behind Huangjue Temple is beautiful, and this season is perfect for admiring the maple leaves. This humble monk must go to give a sermon, so I will not keep you two benefactors any longer."

Pei Jihui had been sitting with this old monk for so long only to wait for Wei Nanxun. Now that the fortune-telling had been done, there was no need for him to stay any longer.

Moreover, the scenery of this mountain is rarely seen elsewhere, and he and she have never visited the mountain together before.

Upon hearing this, he stood up straight, took the wrist of the person next to him, and pulled her up.

Wei Nanxun was caught up in the memory of the master's words about her past experiences and was unable to wake up.

Pei Ji's action made her feel warmth and realize that she was truly alive. Yesterday's Wei Nanxun was dead, and now she would see her fortunes turn around.

She was led to the door, which opened, and the blazing sun outside seemed to pierce through the haze, instantly waking her up.

She paused slightly, then suddenly pulled her hand away from his, turned back, and looked at Master Wuhui with utmost seriousness: "May I ask, Master, will my destiny affect those around me?"

In her past life, her loved ones were harmed, and Pei Ji's fate was unknown in her dreams. In this life, she has changed. Will the others still have the same ending?

“Female benefactor, the past is gone, do not look back, look forward.”

The master seemed to say nothing, yet he also seemed to have said everything.

No one knows how much suffering she endured in her past life, but the master, with his experience and Buddhist nature, advised her to let go.

Her eyes instantly welled up with tears, and she struggled to hold them back, saying, "Thank you for your teachings, Master. I understand now."

After saying that, she didn't linger any longer and stepped out again.

Pei Ji was still waiting by the door. He neither asked her why she was behaving strangely nor what she had said when she went back. He simply took her hand, just as he had done before.

His voice was low and gentle, soothingly saying, "That old monk always says scary things. He even said I had a slim chance of survival and would die on the battlefield sooner or later, but look at me, I'm still perfectly fine."

"You only need to listen to the good parts he says; I will cut off the bad parts for you."

Wei Nanxun looked up at him. The afternoon sun in autumn was still scorching, shining through the gaps in the bamboo leaves onto him.

For a moment, she felt as if she had seen a gentle Buddha's light.

Hearing the master's words and recalling the scene in her dream, she couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat.

"Pei Ji, don't die."