After the prince was reborn, he forced me to marry him and took me into the East Palace

"If you keep me by your side, I can help you calm Shen Zhaixing, how about that?" Yue'er looked at Nan Yuan, her eyes full of pleading.

Nan Yuan looked at Yue'er with a deep look in her eyes. After a moment, she said, "No need."

She didn't know why Yue'er insisted on staying with her, and she didn't care why Yue'er did this, but she would not give in.

She is far from being as kind as others think. She would not do her best to meet the demands of a stranger for no reason.

"Nan Yuan!"

Seeing that Nan Yuan was about to leave, Yue'er shouted without thinking, grabbed the window with her hands, and even wanted to pull Nan Yuan away.

"If you continue to pester me, don't blame me for being rude." Nan Yuan's eyes turned cold and fell on Yue'er, with a hint of coldness and warning in her voice.

When Yue'er saw Nan Yuan's cold eyes, her heart contracted slightly. She was a little scared, but still raised her head stubbornly and looked straight at Nan Yuan.

How could a girl who has been raised in seclusion have such a powerful look?

Yue'er took a deep breath and forced herself to suppress her inner uneasiness.

"Miss Nanyuan, Princess Le'an, even if you don't care about Shen Zhaixing, you will always care about your husband, right?"

"My girl has done her best for you, could you please stop pushing your luck?" Bai Zhi couldn't stand it anymore and reached out to pull Yue'er's hand that was clinging to the window.

"After you get married, are you going to take these two little girls to Prince Xie's mansion? They haven't even grown all their hair yet, so what can they teach you?"

As Yue'er spoke, she looked at Baizhi and Yueran who were sitting next to Nanyuan. Her words made the two little maids blush.

"Don't forget that Master Xie is still a prince after all. It's inevitable that he will have some concubines in the future. It's not uncommon for a man to favor his concubines over his wife. Are you sure he will obey you all his life?"

"Or do you run back to your parents' home and seek help whenever you encounter any problems? Then do you live alone or do your two families live together?"

Nan Yuan's brows were furrowed more and more tightly. If she continued to pester him like this, she was afraid that it would attract a lot of people to watch.

"What exactly do you want to say?" Nan Yuan asked coldly.

When Yue Er heard this, she felt that there was hope for what she was asking for. She said straight to the point: "I can help you capture a man's heart."

Nan Yuan pursed her lips slightly, but before she could say anything, Yue Er said, "You haven't experienced the fickleness of human nature yet. When you get married, maybe you will figure it out."

"Don't send me away. That way, you can always come to me when you figure things out."

"Leave me in the capital, you will definitely come to find me."

Nan Yuan looked at her and did not change her mind.

The marriage between her and Xie Luochen was more of a bond of interest than a mutual love. She needed the Xie family's identity to provide herself with protection, and the Xie family needed her to fill the deficit.

Xie Luochen has a mild temper, and her temper is not so bad as to be unreasonable. Even if there is no love between the two of them, they are likely to respect each other.

Even if the two of them grow tired of each other in the future, they will not break up for the sake of their own interests, so she doesn't need to consider who Xie Luochen's heart will be with.

"No need..." Nan Yuan was about to speak when she was interrupted again.

This time it’s Nan Jiamu.

"Xiao Yuan'er, just keep her. Just put her in a farm. She won't be a nuisance to you, and others won't care whether she stays or leaves."

Nan Yuan frowned, not understanding why Nan Jiamu suddenly spoke up for Yue'er, but since he had said so, it would be difficult for her to refute him.

"Okay, then you should send her to the farm and don't let anyone else find out."

Nan Jiamu nodded, looked at Yue'er, and said, "Come with me."

"Can you ride a horse?"

Yue'er shook her head.

Nan Jiamu took her on the same horse and asked casually, "You smell very nice from the hibiscus flowers."

Yue'er lowered her head, a dark look flashed across her eyes, and she said with a smile: "If you like it, I will prepare the spices and send them to you someday."

Nan Jiamu said nothing and rode away on his horse.

Nan Yuan and the other two who stayed there saw that scene, and Nan Yuan felt quite surprised.

Bai Zhi said bluntly: "Miss, I think you shouldn't have kept her. Look at her seductive look. As soon as she saw you, she couldn't help herself..."

"Baizhi!"

Nan Yuan scolded.

Bai Zhi lowered her head in grievance. What she said was clearly the truth. When had the young master ever cared about the affairs of young ladies? Now, for the sake of this courtesan whom he had just met, he even made an exception.

White Horse Temple.

In an ancient temple, sunlight shines through the half-open windows onto the quiet Zen hall.

A group of monks wearing gray-brown robes and yellow hats sat cross-legged on cushions, surrounding a handsome man in the center.

The monks put their hands together, chanted something, and the sound of Buddhism lingered like the gurgling of water, washing away the noise of the world.

Although the man in the middle was handsome, his temper was obviously not that good and his face was full of impatience.

"Stop reading, it's too noisy!"

The man frowned; the endless chanting really annoyed him.

He finally couldn't help it and cursed under his breath.

Although the voice was low, it was particularly clear in this quiet Zen hall.

The monks seemed not to hear anything and continued to chant with their eyes closed. The scriptures in their mouths were like endless Sanskrit sounds, constantly echoing in the air.

The man's impatience became more and more obvious. He glared at the monks in front of him and cursed, "Old bald ass!"

At this moment, a young monk suddenly rushed in from outside the door and said: "Master, there is someone outside the temple who wants to see you."

One of the older monks opened his eyes, as if expecting something. He sighed, stopped chanting, and said, "Let's stop here today."

After the words were spoken, the chanting gradually stopped.

The old monk stood up and retreated with the others.

When he walked out of the door, the old monk looked at the young man at the door and said, "Donor Chu, please come in."

"Thank you, Master Huizhi." Chu Zhixu bowed slightly to the old monk.

The old monk nodded and retreated with the monks.

"Master, why does donor Chu come here once a month? What is his relationship with the people inside?" the young monk asked curiously.

Master Huizhi looked at him and did not answer, but just chanted: "Amitabha."

On the other side, Chu Zhixu walked into the Zen room and saw Hua Qichuan half lying on the ground at a glance.

"Why are you lying on the ground?" Chu Zhixu put down the medicine box in his hand and reached out to help him.

Hua Qichuan slowly got up, brushed off the dust on his clothes, and said calmly: "Now I am either lying down or sitting. Can I go out to ride a horse and fight?"

"You have been studying the scriptures for many years, why are you still so unsteady? Sit down, I will take your pulse."

Hua Qichuan sat obediently on the edge of the bed, allowing Chu Zhixu to take his pulse.

"You don't have to come every month. The poison in my body has been suppressed and rarely relapses. Even if it relapses, I can handle it."

"What you need to do now is to stay outside and stay with that person. There are more dangers around him than here. He is bound to be unable to guard some places by himself. If someone plots against him, I will not forgive you!"