After rebirth, she turned around and married the emperor's uncle and tore the scumbag apart

Under the night sky, Longhua Temple was silent, with only the faint sounds of birds echoing in the temple.

The young monk was sitting upright in the meditation room, beating a wooden fish and chanting sutras, when there was a knock on the door.

He stopped beating the wooden fish and slowly opened his clear eyes, with no expression on his handsome face.

He put down the stick for beating the wooden fish and opened the door. Eunuch Wan was standing at the door with a whisk in his hand, bending over and smiling.

The monk was not surprised to see someone coming to the door. He asked calmly, "What can I do for you, benefactor?"

Eunuch Wan nodded respectfully and bowed, saying, "Your Majesty invites you."

"Let's go." He said calmly without hesitation, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

With the monk's consent, Eunuch Wan led the way with a smile. The monk limped behind Eunuch Wan, his back looking thin under the candlelight.

Eunuch Wan knocked on the emperor's door and said, "Your Majesty, someone has arrived."

"Come in." The emperor's voice came from the room, his tone cold.

Eunuch Wan pushed open the door and the monk limped into the room. Eunuch Wan closed the door again and stood guard at the door.

In the small hall, the emperor had changed out of his court robes and into a green casual robe with auspicious cloud patterns. His hair was fixed in place with a white jade hairpin. He sat on a throne, holding a copy of the "Heart Sutra" in his hand.

Seeing someone coming, the emperor raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him with a sharp gaze.

"Greetings from the humble monk." The monk held the Buddhist beads in his hand, put his hands together and saluted the emperor. Then he stood there straight, looking at the emperor with a clear expression, without any fear.

The emperor stared at him intently, his face full of the majesty of a superior.

The monk also stood there, looking at the emperor calmly without saying much.

After a moment, the emperor spoke coldly to break the deadlock, "That's all you want to say!"

The monk said calmly: "I pray for you every day in the temple. I wonder if you are in good health?"

Hearing what he said, the emperor's sharp gaze softened a bit and he said, "Not bad."

"That's good." The monk said calmly.

The emperor stared at his head for a long time, then sighed, "Yu'er, do you really plan to spend your whole life in this temple?"

"Donor, my Buddhist name is Wuwang." He said calmly, his eyes clear and transparent without a trace of impurities.

Seeing that the emperor did not speak, he continued, "Here, Wuwang has understood many things that he did not understand before. Without worldly worries and distractions, he feels very free."

"Where's your mother? Don't you miss her?" Wuwang frowned, a trace of sadness appeared in his eyes, but after a moment, it turned into clarity, "As long as Wuwang is here, she will live out her life in peace. As long as you miss each other, it doesn't matter where you are."

The emperor frowned and looked at him, and said in a deep voice: "Are you still blaming me?"

Wuwang bowed his head and clasped his hands together in a salute, "Wuwang doesn't blame anyone. Everyone who comes to this world has their own destiny and fate. We just need to go with the flow. Donor, there is no need to think too much."

His voice was clear and pure, neither happy nor sad, he was truly a god or Buddha.

"Since you think it's good, I won't force you. If you regret it one day, you can come back. Your mansion will always be reserved for you." The emperor sighed deeply, without a trace of majesty, only kindness.

Wuwang smiled faintly and said, "No need, this place is great, the original residence should be given to those in need."

"Even if I agree, your mother will not agree." The emperor stated, with some sadness in his words.

Wuwang didn't say much, he just put his hands together, bowed his head and silently chanted: "Amitabha."

The emperor added: "Your mother is here too. If you have time, spend more time with her. She will be very happy."

Wuwang nodded and said, "Yes, Wuwang understands."

Coming out of the emperor's room, Wuwang saw a middle-aged woman in a white silk coat down the corridor.

She was supported by her maid, standing in the corridor not far away, looking at him at the moment, tears streaming down her plain face.

Wuwang lowered his eyes and knelt down. After he kowtowed to the woman, he knelt there with his hands clasped together, his eyes reddened as he asked, "How have you been these past two years?"

The woman was trembling and almost fell down. She was only able to stand with the help of her maid.

The maid supported her and walked slowly towards Wuwang. When she reached in front of him, she knelt down with a plop, hugged the person in front of her, and cried.

"Yu'er... my Yu'er... it's really you! In the past two years since you left, I've been thinking about you all the time!"

Qingming is no longer there. Wuwang hugged the woman, closed his eyes tightly, and two lines of hot tears slid down his face.

Finally, he couldn't suppress the emotion in his heart and cried out: "Mother, I miss you too, all the time!"

Hearing the noise outside, the emperor came out of the room and saw the two hugging each other. He couldn't help but frowned.

At this moment, the concubines living on the same floor heard the noise and walked out of their rooms to check the situation outside.

When they saw the unfavored concubine in the palace hugging a monk, they couldn't help but open their eyes wide and cover their mouths tightly.

"What are you looking at! Go back!" the emperor shouted.

Seeing that the emperor was angry, those who came out to watch the fun were afraid of being disliked by the emperor, so they hurried back to their rooms.

The emperor saw that the matter had become a big deal, and he could not help but shout angrily: "How can you behave like this in public? Come in!"

Eunuch Wan stepped forward and helped Concubine Xian and Wuwang up, and carried them into the emperor's room.

After entering the room, Concubine Xian didn't know whether she was crying or laughing, and she used a handkerchief to wipe the tears from Wuwang's face.

Wuwang also gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Concubine Xian's eyes with his sleeve.

Looking at the scene of deep affection between mother and son, the emperor sighed, but could not bear to blame them. He only said softly, "Your mother misses you every day."

Wuwang nodded, looked at the tearful Consort Xian and said, "Wuwang also thinks about Mother every day and prays for her every day."

Xian Fei held Wu Wang's face in her hands, resisting the urge to cry, and asked softly, "How has Yu'er been these past two years?"

Wuwang smiled and nodded, saying: "The temple is very quiet, and I am living very well here. It's just that I am unfilial and cannot be with my mother to show my filial piety."

Xian Fei caressed Wu Wang's cheek, with a kind smile on her plain face. She shook her head gently and said, "I know why you left in the first place. I don't blame you."

"I just don't know how you are doing here. I have always been thinking about you. Now that I see that you are doing so well, I am also very happy."

"Come, tell mother about what happened to you in the past two years."

The virtuous concubine ignored the emperor and pulled Wuwang to sit on the chair.

The emperor on the side looked at this scene of loving mother and filial son, the corners of his mouth slowly lifted, and he sat opposite them and listened to them talk about their longing, as if they were an ordinary family of three.

In the next room, the queen opened the window and looked at the tightly closed door of the emperor's bedroom. A chill rose from the bottom of her heart, and she could not help but hug her arms tightly.

When she turned her head and saw the little face sleeping soundly on the bed, the coldness slowly dissipated. She closed the window, sat down beside the bed, and gently stroked Su Lingyue's slightly red cheek with her slender white hand, and a warmth rose in her heart.

"Yue'er, I'm glad to have you." She murmured softly.