I went to the temple after traveling through time, and he turned out to be a monk!

The auspicious moment has arrived, and Zhuo Yao's crowning ceremony was held at the Zhuo Ancestral Temple. In the center of the inner courtyard of the ancestral temple, there is a bronze cauldron with several sacrifices in front of it. The only way to be crowned was paved with a red carpet, and on both sides were guests watching the ceremony.

The prince and Meng Ying were placed in high positions due to their noble status. Bai Zhi, wearing a new lotus root pink dress, sat beside Meng Ying calmly and dignifiedly. Xiao Yang, on the other hand, wore a curtain hat and disappeared into the crowd, hiding in a corner.

The resounding voice of the master of ceremonies sounded, and Zhuo Yao, dressed in black attire, led by his eldest sister, slowly entered from the front of the hall.

Zhuo Yao's dark hair was tied up high, the lines between his temples and forehead were strong, and his whole person was as handsome as finely carved jade.

The first time he stepped into the ancestral temple, he saw Meng Ying and Bai Zhi. The two were sitting side by side. The scene was elegant and peaceful, but to Zhuo Yao, it was like broken porcelain pieces, which was very disturbing.

Zhuo Yao held back his breath and forced himself to look away.

In front of the bronze cauldron was Zhuo Yunjun, who was well built. He stared at Zhuo Yao, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised unconsciously, with a fatherly face.

Xiao Yang, who was in the corner, had a panoramic view of this scene. Unknowingly, his hands were clenched until his knuckles turned white.

He unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth and smiled self-deprecatingly. What is he hoping for these things that he has never had before?

Zhuo Yao walked up to Zhuo Yunjun, lowered his head, and was crowned by his great-grandfather.

My great-grandfather is very old. He is already a hundred years old this year. His hair is gray, his body is stooped, and his hands are trembling.

Zhuo Yao had lowered his body as much as possible, but his great-grandfather was old and it was still very difficult. His eyes were dazzled and his hands were trembling. By accident, the cloth crown rolled to the ground together with the wooden hairpin. The hairpin fell to the ground and bounced up, finally stopping in front of Meng Ying.

The air fell into silence for a moment, and everyone looked at Meng Ying.

Meng Ying lowered her eyes and had a calm face. She stood up and bent down to pick up the wooden hairpin. She walked to Zhuo Yao slowly and hunched over and handed the wooden hairpin to her with both hands, "Old Madam Zhuo, please."

Hearing this, Old Master Zhuo raised his eyes, smiled, and said slowly: "Yao remembers that time... Ayao was clamoring for the third prince to crown him... ahem... hoho ho ho... …”

"I'm old and no longer of use. I kindly ask His Highness Prince Ning to do it for me..." Old Master Zhuo said respectfully.

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding air instantly became chilly.

Zhuo Yao took a breath and immediately stood up to refuse. Zhuo Yunjun also frowned and tried to stop him: "Grandpa!"

The prince stood up from the table and cast a sharp look at Meng Ying, "Taizu! How can he be an outsider when it comes to the Zhuo family!"

Old Grandpa Zhuo waved his hand towards the prince and motioned him to sit down, "His Royal Highness Prince Ning is of noble character, why not?"

Meng Ying's eyes suddenly turned cold, she bent down and asked softly in Old Mrs. Zhuo's ear, "What does Old Mrs. Zhuo mean by this?"

The sound was so low that only each other could hear it.

Old Madam Zhuo thought for a moment, sighed slightly, and said, "Your Highness Prince Ning, you and the Zhuo family are not just enemies. Perhaps, there is another way to go."

Hearing this, Meng Ying's originally gentle face was suddenly tainted with a trace of cruelty. He gritted his teeth and said angrily in a low voice: "I will never forget the revenge of killing my mother!"

Old Mrs. Zhuo's body trembled slightly, her feet softened, and she fell to the ground.

When everyone saw this, they exclaimed and stepped forward to help him.

"Is great-grandfather okay?" Zhuo Yao asked anxiously, then glared at Meng Ying and asked angrily, "Meng Ying! What did you do?"

Old Master Zhuo glanced at Meng Ying, gritted his teeth, raised his voice, and said with a smile: "It's okay! I'm just tired. I wonder if His Highness Prince Ning would be willing to do it for me?"

Meng Ying turned around and smiled, her eyes filled with mist, "Ha! Since it is Mrs. Zhuo's request, how dare I refuse?"

Zhuo Yao said angrily: "No need, I don't need him..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhuo Yao's hand was grabbed by Old Madam Zhuo. Old Madam Zhuo said tremblingly: "Zhuo Yao, shut up...ahem..."

Seeing that his great-grandfather was so excited, Zhuo Yao held back his words.

Zhuo Ling kept looking at Meng Ying, but Meng Ying never turned to look at her.

Bai Zhi was worried about the old man and came closer. She looked at Meng Ying uneasily and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

When Meng Ying heard her voice, her restless heart instantly found a point of attachment. He grabbed Bai Zhi's hand and held it tightly, with a reserved expression, but without the usual gentleness.

Bai Zhi didn't know what was happening, she could only feel his gradually clenched hands trembling slightly.

Everyone helped Mr. Zhuo sit down, and Zhuo Yao had to let Meng Ying crown him because of Mr. Zhuo's insistence.

Zhuo Yao always lowered his head, not daring to look directly at Meng Ying. He had imagined this scene countless times when he was a child.

He once dreamed of becoming a person like brother Sa Lan. He restrained his temper, studied hard, and practiced martial arts assiduously. Everything was targeting him, but what was waiting for him was that he was holding the evidence of the Zhuo family's crime in his hand, and wanted to kill the nine Zhuo family clans!

Meng Ying slowly put the cloth crown on his head, inserted the wooden hairpin, looked at it for a while, and then straightened the crown.

"On the auspicious day of the month, you will start to add Yuanfu. Abandon your youthful aspirations, obey you and become virtuous, live long and test your luck, and introduce you to Jingfu." Meng Ying read aloud.

Zhuo Yao raised his head and met Meng Ying's eyes, sneering mockingly.

This smile actually made Meng Ying's hair stand on end.

After a moment, he uttered a few words lightly from his mouth, "Meng Ying, give me your princess."

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Ying's smile froze on her face, and a chill rose in her eyes, "What did you say?"

Their voices were so low that only the other party could hear them.

"I said, I want to marry Bai Lianhua." Zhuo Yao said calmly.

"Just by your words, I can punish you!" Meng Ying gritted his teeth and said, the movement of his lips was so small that it was impossible to even see that he was speaking.

"Since you are a fake couple, why are you trapping her?"

"Nothing to do with you."

"I'm determined." Zhuo Yao said harshly in Meng Ying's ear, word for word.

Meng Ying sat down, and Zhuo Yao's uncle crowned him for the second time. Meng Ying's face was expressionless as soon as she sat down, like an ice sculpture, exuding a bit of coldness.

Bai Zhi was puzzled. She was fine just now, but now she seems to be alone. She sipped melon seeds and asked with a smile, "What's wrong? Your Majesty."

Meng Ying turned her head suddenly and cast a cold gaze at Bai Zhi, "What happened between you and Zhuo Yao in Black Wind Village?"

Bai Zhi didn't expect that he would suddenly ask such a question, and the melon seeds in her hand suddenly fell to the ground. At that time, she only told Meng Ying about the fake marriage and hid that part. She had always felt guilty. Now that she was suddenly asked this question, she was even more flustered.

"Um, it's nothing...I've told you all..." Bai Zhi avoided looking and said coquettishly.

"Zhuo Yao said he wants to marry you." Meng Ying spoke coldly, with a sense of coercion.

Bai Zhi's jaw almost dropped in shock, and she cursed Zhuo Yao in her heart that she was really a lunatic. This was the first time she had seen such an arrogant person who wanted to be a mistress.

Just as she was thinking about what to do, Meng Ying pulled Bai Zhi over and left the table.