The Cold-Hearted Princess Who Transmigrated Here

When Wang Xiyue woke up the next morning, she had returned to her usual well-behaved and quiet self, which put Li Lingling at ease.

Yesterday, my daughter's sudden crying threw me into a panic, and I completely forgot about the things I hadn't asked her clearly. In addition, it was already late, and because of my daughter's delay, I didn't even have time to do the important thing of climbing up to pray for blessings.

I have to make another trip today to consult Master Zhishang again.

Just like yesterday, the seven people set off after breakfast. The couple discussed that they planned to first visit the master to inquire about the origin of their daughter's mark, and then go to pray for blessings. If things went smoothly, they could return home today.

After walking for about 15 minutes, we finally arrived at the bamboo house where Master Zhishang lived.

When Master Zhishang saw someone arrive, he was about to put down the jianzhi in his hand and get off the couch to greet the guest.

“Master, there’s no need for you to rise.” Upon seeing this, Wang Boxing quickly stepped forward and bowed.

“Master, we are truly sorry for disturbing your cultivation again. However, there is still one thing we do not understand, which my daughter needs to ask you to answer.”

"I have a plain robe for you to accept, Master."

As soon as Wang Boxing finished speaking, Zhao Shan stepped forward with a cloth bag in both hands, bent down and handed it to the master.

“You’re too kind, benefactor.” The master accepted the gift without hesitation and placed it on the couch.

Monks have precepts that they can only donate money for incense to the temple, and they cannot accept any other valuable items as gifts. However, ordinary items are not restricted, which is why Li Lingling made this gift.

This is an ordinary monk's robe, not luxurious, just a thick and comfortable pure cotton fabric. The style is simple and loose, and it was cut and sewn by Li Lingling herself. It was an outer robe that she made during her postpartum period, specially prepared for visiting the master.

Yesterday, Li Lingling noticed that the master's robes were rather worn, and thought to herself that it was good that the master had come in handy with the preparations.

Master Zhishang gestured for them to come forward and take their seats.

Wang Boxing took his daughter from his wife's arms and sat on the couch so that the master could easily examine the daughter's marks. Li Lingling held her son and stood close to her husband on the side of the couch. Due to privacy concerns, the other three could only wait outside the door.

Zhao Shan walked out of the small house and closed the door behind him. He, Chen Tian, ​​and Yun Xiang stood quietly in a corner of the courtyard and waited.

"Master, my daughter has a mark on her chest, its shape is unusual, I hope you can enlighten me." Wang Boxing placed his daughter, who had been playing with her bound feet, on the couch.

"This mark only appears when the area is wet," Li Lingling added.

She soaked a handkerchief in the lukewarm tea on the table, then gently pulled open her daughter's coat and used the handkerchief to gently wipe the area of ​​the mark on her daughter's chest. She repeated this several times until the blue water droplet mark on her daughter's chest became clearly visible.

Perhaps because Wang Xiyue had been studied and experimented on by her parents many times in the mansion, she felt no discomfort and continued to gnaw on her little hand as if she were eating a delicious treat.

Although Master Zhishang was over fifty and had seen countless things, he was still astonished when he saw the gradually appearing blue water droplet mark. Such a magnificent mark was absolutely unique.

After Master Zhishang took Wang Xiyue's pulse, he pondered for a moment. If it was neither poison nor disease, then it could only be a mark she was born with, a unique symbol belonging to her, like a birthmark.

In the eyes of Buddha, a birthmark is a memory from a person's previous life that follows them into this life.

An imprint is a sealed memory.

Those with birthmarks have had their past life memories sealed and will not remember them in this life. Those without birthmarks, on the other hand, are reborn with their memories intact.

Many people have their own unique marks, such as a mole, a red spot, or a black spot.

"This mark is harmless to her body, so you two can rest assured. The fact that this mark appears and disappears indicates that it will eventually disappear. Just wait for the right time, so you two should not be impatient."

"They come, the security."

“I have had this item for forty years. Let your daughter wear it close to her body so that she can calm her mind.”

Master Zhishang took out a Buddhist rosary made of Bodhi seeds from his pocket and handed it to Li Lingling.

"Bodhi has no tree, the bright mirror is not a stand; originally there is nothing, where can dust alight?" This is a line from the famous four-line verse by Huineng, the Sixth Patriarch of Zen Buddhism. It means that all conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows, teaching people not to be deluded or attached, so that they can understand their true nature and realize Bodhi. Master Zhishang hopes that Wang Xiyue will not be attached to her past lives, thus affecting her initial principles and bottom line.

"Thank you for your generosity, Master! We shall take our leave." Wang Boxing, after all, was the Prime Minister of the court and had seen countless precious objects. As soon as he saw the material and appearance of the prayer beads, which were lustrous and textured and seemed to have a spiritual quality, he judged that they were obviously something that the Master cherished. He also understood the Master's love for his daughter.

Finally, the couple could rest easy and stop worrying about each other day and night.

Although Li Lingling had previously consulted the imperial physician to diagnose her daughter, she still had doubts. Now, after the master's assessment, her daughter was truly safe and sound.

In the courtyard, the six people took their leave after performing the kneeling ceremony.

"Amitabha." Master Zhishang stood by the door of the hut, his hands clasped together, watching the departing group, especially the innocent and babbling Wang Xiyue, his gaze filled with pity. Only after they had completely disappeared at the end of the path and could no longer be seen did he sigh helplessly and murmur.

"Alas! The imperial star that will one day unify the world is gradually emerging, but the person who assists him is so unpredictable. For ordinary people in this chaotic world, is this a blessing or a curse..."

It was as if he were talking to himself, or as if he were seeking a solution from the Buddha.

The subsequent prayers went smoothly.

After a simple meal, the people from the Prime Minister's residence finally packed their luggage before noon and set off to return home at 3:45 pm.

On the way back, the novelty of the trip was gone from Wang Xijie and Wang Xiyue. They were both much quieter. Wang Xijie was thinking about how to realize his dream and occasionally asked his father for advice, while Wang Xiyue slept soundly in her mother's arms the whole way. The trip seemed to have been very tiring for her.

Along the way, everyone inexplicably felt a strong desire to return home. Since the master had not instructed them to slow down, the coachman Zhao Gang was somewhat eager to ride faster. Compared to the time it took to go there, the return trip took less than an hour.

Despite their hurried pace, the group finally returned to the Prime Minister's residence just before the last minute.

The Prime Minister's residence has returned to its former tranquility.

For years afterward, the confrontation between the Prime Minister's Mansion and the Ling Mansion continued in the imperial court, with each checking and balancing the other, and there were wins and losses. With the Prime Minister's Mansion gaining full support from the Marquis of Jing'an's Mansion, other small families also joined the Prime Minister's camp one after another.

From then on, the power represented by the Prime Minister's Mansion in the imperial court gradually became comparable to that of the Ling Mansion. Both sides had the idea of ​​destroying the other, but their strength did not allow it, and the Emperor would not allow it either.

Nine years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Under the protection of her parents, Wang Xiyue grew up safely and healthily.

Since returning from her trip to Guozhao Temple, she has never cried or made a fuss again. When she falls and gets hurt, she just pouts and sheds tears. But since she was seven years old, even when she gets injured and bleeds while practicing martial arts, her mother feels heartbroken and sheds tears, but she doesn't utter a sound. She just grits her teeth and calmly endures it.

In the eyes of the servants, it was simply unbelievable that a delicate young lady from an official family would not complain about setbacks or difficulties, nor would she cry, especially since she was still a child. Everyone privately wondered if she had lost the ability to feel pain.

In her family's eyes, Wang Xiyue was already an unusually well-behaved child. The older she got, the quieter she became. She lost the innocence and liveliness of a child and instead became more like a mature adult. She often spaced out by herself and did not cling to her parents for hugs or coaxing. She slept by herself, read by herself, washed herself, and dressed herself. She basically completed the tasks assigned by her parents and husband independently.

Also out of the need to cover up the mark on her chest, she does everything herself without asking anyone else for help. But she is not forced to do so. On the contrary, it seems that her self-discipline is innate. She basically does not need the help of servants or her mother in her private matters. Independence seems to be something engraved in her bones, something she is self-taught.

They naturally couldn't understand what was going on, because Wang Xiyue herself couldn't explain the reason either.

From the age of six, when she was old enough to understand things, Wang Xiyue always felt out of place in this world. At first, she would have strange dreams, which started as just a blurry shadow or a sentence. But when she was seven, they gradually developed into a clear story. Although the people and events in the dream were completely different from those in the real world, she always felt as if she were there, and her emotions would share the sadness, sorrow, and joy of the characters.

She even suspected that she might be sick, so she bothered her father to specially invite a royal physician from the palace to diagnose her, but the result was that she was perfectly healthy.

As a result, she felt a strange sense of panic and confusion. She always felt empty inside. Even though she had loving relatives and many respectful and humble servants who took care of her daily needs, she still felt like she had nowhere to go, like a duckweed drifting in the wind.

Wang Xiyue didn't tell her family about her dream for two reasons. First, she thought that telling them wouldn't help her family and would only make her parents worry more. Second, she always felt that the dream was a secret that belonged only to her, something that was unique to her and she didn't want to share it; she just wanted to cherish it forever.

To avoid causing her mother too much worry about her unconventional behavior, and also to find a sense of peace for herself, Wang Xiyue could only keep herself busy, and keep doing more things. When she was busy, she could forget those unrealistic dreams.

First, she chose to read. She read a great deal of books, and her father's study was her favorite place. Whether it was important matters of the court or trivial matters of the martial world, or strange tales and absurd theories from the streets, she didn't care whether she understood them or not; if she found something interesting, she would ask her father for clarification. Because of this interest, her brother and father would always find all sorts of books for her whenever they went out, and as a result, her bedroom almost became a veritable study.

Secondly, she followed her mother's instructions to learn music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and other skills required of daughters of noble families. Her mother personally taught her or hired renowned teachers, but the results were minimal. Only in calligraphy and arithmetic was she passable; the others were merely at a beginner level. Clearly, she lacked the aptitude of a well-bred young lady. In the capital, where noble ladies gathered, she was probably at the bottom of the class. Her parents didn't strictly demand that she excel, nor did they intend for her to participate in the imperial concubine selection or use her marriage for political gain. Therefore, their indulgence somewhat contributed to her laziness; she genuinely didn't want to waste time on things she didn't like.

Finally, there was the martial arts training she herself had fought hard for. Her mother initially disapproved of a young woman wielding weapons, but unable to resist her persistent pleading, and with the strong support of her father and brother, her mother, considering that her daughter's life and integrity were paramount, finally agreed to let her learn martial arts. For this, her father even spent a fortune to find a female instructor. Wang Xiyue didn't aspire to become a martial arts master; she only sought self-defense. She wasn't limited by techniques or weapons, nor did she care about aesthetics; practicality was paramount. Whether using poison or underhanded methods, protecting herself was always her top priority. And so, a few years later, a group of feared "Flying Swordsmen" appeared in the martial arts world. It was best not to provoke them; if you did, you'd be crippled without even knowing why.