On the wedding night, the villain husband cried and his eyes turned red

His Royal Highness took the medicine Wen Yidi got from the miracle doctor, and his body and bones got better day by day. After walking between life and death, his state of mind also changed a lot.

As soon as he could get up and go out, he insisted on coming to Wande Temple, saying that he wanted to chant sutras and pray for the people of Wanhua Kingdom. Naturally, the emperor had spoken out to dissuade the prince from making this decision. But after hearing his heartfelt words, the emperor no longer had the heart to stop him.

"Father, on the surface, it seems that my son's health is indeed getting better day by day. But you and I both know in our hearts that all this is just an appearance."

"Two years, I only have two years left to live. In these two years, I don't want to live like before, I want to do what I want to do."

After listening to the prince's words, the emperor also realized that two years later, he would once again face the pain that a white-haired man gave to a black-haired man. Seeing his son standing in front of him with such a young face and only two years left in his life, he only wanted his eldest son to live happily in the remaining time.

"Since this is what you want to do, feel free to do it. However, you are in good health, but you can't stand the trouble anymore. In this way, I will send a few secret guards to follow you at any time to ensure your safety."

The emperor's arrangement was reasonable and reasonable, but it was rejected by the prince.

"Father, I went to Wande Temple to pray this time because I wanted to find a place to be alone. If there are secret guards following me, I may not be able to calm down."

"Besides, I am going to Wande Temple with a lot of people with me this time. With them here, my safety will not be a problem, so don't worry."

Seeing that the prince was resolute, the emperor could not force him, so he could only let the prince go. Only two days later, the prince was ready to go to Wande Temple and left the palace with many people.

"Master, the prince has just set off."

Hearing the news from Zhao Tieniu, Xu Shihuan's frown suddenly relaxed, thinking that he had taken the bait, and it was not in vain that Wen Yidi sent so many storybooks to the maids and eunuchs in the palace.

In the eyes of others, His Royal Highness has never been superstitious about ghosts and gods. But Wen Yidi was sure that it wouldn't take long for the prince to obediently fall into the trap they set.

In the face of life and death, few people can behave as if nothing has happened. Two years is not enough for His Highness the Crown Prince. Therefore, even if there is a glimmer of hope to survive, he will try desperately.

"Send someone to follow you quietly and take a look. Don't alert the enemy. If the prince discovers any clues, send Wen Yidi to Wande Temple as soon as possible."

Zhao Tieniu listened to Xu Shihuan's instructions and took action immediately. Xu Shihuan also wanted to go over to see what was going on, but was afraid that being seen would ruin Wen Yidi's good deeds.

She could only pretend that she didn't know anything, and went to the Criminal Department to see if there were any cases that she needed to help with.

In Wande Temple, His Royal Highness the Prince met with the abbot alone and talked about his illness, Buddhism, the fear in his heart, and the news he had heard from hearsay.

"Your Highness, the poor monk doesn't understand what you just said. But the poor monk believes that sincerity leads to wisdom. When your heart comes to your heart, fate will naturally come."

As soon as these words came out, His Highness the Crown Prince suddenly had an idea. He did not dare to delay any longer, so he quickly found a futon and knelt down in front of the Buddha statue devoutly.

When the abbot in the temple saw his appearance, he didn't say anything more, but slowly withdrew, leaving him alone.

Tick, tick, tick...

hum...

The surroundings were eerily quiet. His Royal Highness was trying hard to adjust his breathing, but his whole body was getting more and more panicked. During these days when he was bedridden, he thought carefully about his life and finally came to the conclusion:

His body would become what it is now, and it was all the fault of the dead princes and princesses. One, two, three... He carefully thought about the people who had lost their lives directly or indirectly because of him, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he felt.

But he didn't feel at all that he had done anything wrong. Born in an imperial family, there was no brotherhood at all. Even if he doesn't take action, someone else will in the future.

He is his father's first child and his most beloved child. It is only natural that he should inherit the throne. But why? Why the emperor's father's attitude always makes people guess, and why his younger brothers refuse to obey anyone and start thinking about the throne at a young age.

To this day, the prince has not figured out who gave him the drug to kill him, completely cutting off his possibility of inheriting the throne. He was unwilling to give in, he wanted revenge, but in the end even living became a luxury.

At this point, he only asked the Buddha to bless him and let the dead ghosts let him go so that he could live longer. Just as the prince was praying seriously, the door behind him was suddenly pushed open and a figure walked in.

"who?"

In an instant, the prince stood up and looked at the person who came with a wary expression. The man trembled, knelt down quickly, and said in a panic:

"Prince, spare your life! I came here to offer incense and fulfill my wish. I didn't know you were here. Please forgive me if I have offended you."

Seeing that the person coming was Wen Yidi, the prince's face softened instantly. Speaking of which, his current life was obtained with Wen Yidi's hard work. It's a pity that he has no blood relationship with him, otherwise he could live for a few more years.

"Get up. It's true that this abbot knew I was inside and didn't send anyone to guard me outside. By the way, what are you doing here?"

The prince looked careless and casually inquired about Wen Yidi's purpose. Wen Yidi looked cautious and responded softly:

"Back to Your Highness the Crown Prince, before I went to Hezhou, I made a wish in front of the Buddha, hoping to find a miracle doctor, get the elixir, and come back safely. Now, these wishes have been fulfilled one by one, and of course I have to come to fulfill my wish."

Hearing what Wen Yidi said, the prince's heart moved, and he felt that the person in front of him was the fate mentioned by the abbot. So, he tentatively asked:

"Lying in the palace these days, I heard the palace maids and eunuchs often talk about the art of immortality in the story books. They said that how long a person can live depends on how much essence and blood he has in his body."

"If you want to extend your life, you must either increase the total amount of blood essence or reduce the consumption of blood essence."

The prince said while observing Wen Yidi's reaction. Wen Yidi looked panicked, as if he was afraid of something. He finally asked what was in his heart:

"I heard that the miracle doctor has a method that is not spread to anyone else, which is to use a combination of silver needles and medicinal liquid to seal people's five senses. The more seals, the less blood and essence will be consumed."

The two stared at each other for a long time, and Wen Yidi was finally defeated. He nodded slowly and said in a deep voice:

"Your Highness, the miracle doctor did tell me this method. But if this person loses his five senses, what's the difference from death? You should think twice."