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At this point, Lu Zechuan choked up, tears welling up in his eyes as he said, "I'm not like Nong Yue, that conscienceless person who hurt her heart!"

"I will always be with her so that she knows who loves her the most!"

Song Xiang turned around, tears silently sliding down her cheeks. She walked to the desk and wrote furiously. After a while, a divorce letter with the princess' seal was handed to her.

She said, "Since you have made up your mind, then go along the path you have chosen. I will not stop you because I owe it to Song Xiang!"

"Life in the temple is not as good as in the mansion. Not only is it hard, but you also have to work. If you can't make it, come back to me. I have a lot of properties under my name. At most, I can build a Buddhist temple for you in the manor, which can also protect your safety!"

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. But I won't be spoiled to that extent!" Lu Zechuan took the divorce letter and bowed to Song Xiang. "If Your Highness has no other instructions, I will take my leave!"

Song Xiang said with a dark look: "You... go ahead!"

After hearing Song Xiang's response, Lu Zechuan didn't even look at Song Xiang, and left with his servant Baoping without looking back.

While in the corridor, he met Wei Tingxun.

Wei Tingxun caught a glimpse of the divorce papers in Lu Zechuan's hand, paused, turned around and followed him.

Lu Zechuan returned to the room first and began to quietly pack his clothes and personal belongings.

Wei Tingxun rushed over, rushed over and grabbed his sleeve, and asked: "Zechuan, what are you doing?"

"But what did my wife do to make you sad?"

Lu Zechuan paused and said, "She and I have already divorced. I am just waiting to leave tomorrow morning!"

Hearing this, Wei Tingxun's eyes turned red with anxiety: "Why divorce? Don't you like your wife anymore?"

"You know her temper. Even if she irritated you, she didn't mean it! Sawakawa, can you really throw away her sincerity and leave resolutely?"

Unconsciously, his voice took on a pleading tone as he asked, "Are you really going to leave? Completely ignoring her feelings for you?"

Lu Zechuan shook off Lu Zechuan's hand with all his strength, his eyes were cold: "Why should I care about her feelings? I admire someone else, and I have nothing to do with her from the beginning to the end!"

Wei Tingxun stumbled backwards, fell to the ground, tears streaming down his face, and asked in sobs: "You are talking nonsense, weren't you the one who blocked the knife for Xuan Yang? Now you say that you love someone else, who do you think will believe you, Lu Zechuan, please stop being so angry, okay!"

Lu Zechuan turned his head away, his tone more firm than ever before: "I have made up my mind, you don't need to persuade me anymore."

Wei Tingxun shouted in despair: "Are you really so heartless?"

Lu Zechuan continued to pack his clothes without stopping his hands, and said coldly: "Master Wei, I didn't say bad things to you because you once shared a wife with me. I asked for the divorce myself. This is a matter between me and Song Xiang. Please don't stop me!"

"Baoping, show the guest out!"

The servant Baoping helped Wei Tingxun up from the ground and personally half-pulled and half-supported him to the door.

Seeing that he could not persuade Song Xiang any further, Wei Tingxun had no choice but to turn around and go to Song Xiang's bedroom.

Song Xiang did not go to the martial arts training ground. He just practiced boxing in the yard for a while before taking a bath and changing clothes.

When Wei Tingxun arrived, Song Xiang had just put on his underwear and came out.

He said with a tangled look: "Wife, Mr. Lu...why did he want a divorce?"

Song Xiang waved his hand, not wanting to say more, and changed the subject, "It's getting late, Ting Xun, you should just rest here! You are very frail, you can't get cold again!"

After saying that, she took Wei Tingxun's hand and led him to the bed.

After Song Xiang removed his outer robe, a thin layer of red was barely noticeable on Wei Tingxun's face.

But it soon dissipated.

After Song Xiang lay down, he pulled Wei Tingxun, and Wei Tingxun obediently lay in Song Xiang's arms.

Thinking of Lu Zechuan, Wei Tingxun said again: "My dear wife, Master Lu..."

"Ting Xun!" Song Xiang put her arm around his waist and said vaguely, "I'm sleepy..."

A good night's sleep.

The next day, Lu Zechuan packed up his things and planned to leave with Baoping.

Who knew that he was stopped by Song Xiang's guards.

Lu Zechuan frowned, and angrily shouted, "Get out!"

Fortunately, Song Xiang and Wei Tingxun arrived in time. She resisted the urge to pull Lu Zechuan back and said without thinking: "I didn't expect you to hate me so much. Lu Zechuan, even if you have no feelings for me, I will do my best to see it through to the end."

"I'm afraid the road from the capital to Dayun Temple is a bit far. Can I send someone to escort you?"

Lu Zechuan paused for a moment, then said, "It's up to you."

After saying this, he turned around and left resolutely, heading straight towards the mansion gate without hesitation.

Song Xiang pretended to be calm and ordered Yun Que beside him: "Send a few capable guards to follow him and protect him well. No mistakes can be made!"

After receiving the order, Yunque went down with the guards.

Wei Tingxun stood beside Song Xiang, observing Song Xiang's expression from time to time, with an expression of pity on his face.

In less than a day, the guards sent by Yunque brought news that Lu Zechuan wanted to become a monk.

After Song Xiang got the news, he rushed to the temple with Yunque in a panic, but it was too late.

The setting sun shines through the windows of the temple onto the ancient Buddhist temple. Lu Zechuan kneels quietly in front of the Buddha statue, his eyes revealing piety and tranquility.

He was wearing a simple brown monk's robe, and his posture was as straight as a pine tree. The monks in the temple surrounded him, and the atmosphere was solemn and dignified.

The monk who presided over the ordination ceremony walked slowly from the Buddha statue, looked at Lu Zechuan gently, and asked softly: "Donor, have you thought it through?"

Lu Zechuan nodded slightly, and replied in a neutral tone: "Master Fawu, I have already made up my mind. The troubles of the world can no longer shake my heart. Please shave my head for me!"

Master Fawu nodded and said, "In that case, let's get started."

Lu Zechuan slowly lowered his head, bowed three times upwards, and murmured softly: "Please ask the Buddha to send a dream to my father, telling him that I am unworthy of my father's kindness and that I am an unfilial son... I have no face to return to serve him! I can only live in the temple for the rest of my life. This is my destiny."

Then he turned to Master Fawu and kowtowed again, saying, "Master, please shave my head for me."

Master Fawu picked up the razor, muttered something, and began to shave Lu Zechuan's hair.

As his hair fell, Lu Zechuan's face looked more handsome and fair.

During the ordination process, Master Fawu would occasionally mutter to himself: "Remove the strands of worry and return your mind to a pure place."

Lu Zechuan listened silently and responded: "Thank you for your teachings, Master. I have made up my mind to become a monk. I am willing to let go of everything in the past and concentrate on practicing."

When the last strand of hair fell, Lu Zechuan had already transformed into a novice monk.

He stood up, clasped his hands together and bowed to the monk, then went to each hall of the temple in turn to pay his respects to the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.