If you keep making noise, I won’t stand it anymore!

The Second Prince strode into the room with a big smile, sat down on the chair with great fanfare, and hugged Madam Yan into his arms.

The little girl who was guarding outside the house brought the tea bowl with trepidation. Madam Yan could tell at a glance that the bowl was obviously not of the same quality as the one she usually used.

Out of the corner of my eye, I stole a glance at the Second Prince, but luckily he was in a good mood today and didn't notice this detail.

Only then did she feel relieved, smiled again, and asked softly, "Master, why haven't you told me this good news yet?"

"Hahaha," the Second Prince laughed three times, pinched Madam Yan's cheek, and then continued, "There is news about Master Fahui of the Huguo Temple."

"Would I lie to you? I just met a servant who came to reply to a letter at the gate of the courtyard, and I followed him here." The second prince said with a smile on his face.

"What? Where is the person? Ask him to come in and answer the question."

Madam Yan jumped off the Second Prince's legs excitedly. Fahui was her last hope.

As long as Meixiang is brought down, or even better, be deposed, the emperor will have no other heirs, so the rest of the royal family's side branches will not be a threat.

Thinking of this, Madam Yan's eyes immediately flashed with light, but the Second Prince, who was looking at her with a smile, frowned and inexplicably felt a trace of disgust.

For some reason, for a moment, I suddenly felt that my wife was extremely ugly.

She was no longer as innocent and beautiful as when they first met. Madam Yan was unaware of this and still excitedly invited the visitor to come in.

"Tell me everything you know in detail, without leaving anything out."

The young man who came in secretly glanced at the expressionless Second Prince, and after a moment of silence, he slowly spoke.

It turned out that when they were vigorously searching for Fahui, he also rushed to the capital with his six disciples.

The two groups of troops met in Luzhou, 800 miles away from the capital, half a month ago. "According to my calculations, the master will arrive in the capital in nine days at the latest."

"The master asked me to tell you to find a secluded manor for him to use within three miles southeast of Plum Manor."

The young man once again glanced at the Second Prince, who still had a blank expression on his face and no one knew what he was thinking, and at Madam Yan, who was in high spirits, and finally added: "Master Fahui said, 'By then, he will be able to make his masters get what they wish for'".

"Did the master really say that?" Madam Yan was stunned and asked in disbelief.

Got what you wanted? Got what you wanted!

"Yes, Master, that's exactly what he said. I dare not deceive you."

"Okay, okay, okay!" Madam Yan called out three times, her voice rising three pitches with excitement. "You've worked hard. Go down and rest first. Madam, give me a reward!"

The young man hurriedly thanked her and happily followed the nanny to receive the reward.

"Master, did you hear that? Master Fahui and his people will arrive in the capital soon."

Only then did Madam Yan remember that the Second Prince was still sitting in the room, so she quickly turned around and went closer.

"Well, what's the big deal about coming back?" At this time, the second prince had completely calmed down and no longer had the excitement he had at the beginning.

Upon hearing this, Madam Yan was really stunned. She didn't know why the Second Prince said that, but now they were in a dilemma and had to shoot.

She would not allow the Second Prince to retreat at this time. With a roll of her eyes, she stood up and took the initiative to squeeze into his arms, slowly leaning close to his ear, breathing sweetly.

"Master, why do you say that? We have finally come to this good situation, we can't let it go to waste at the last moment, right?"

The Second Prince's eyes moved, but he still said nothing.

Seeing this, Madam Yan secretly gritted her teeth, and her small hand slid into the hem of the Second Prince's clothes softly, and her tone became more gentle, "Master, you don't want to be busy until the end, and end up making wedding clothes for your third brother, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Madam Yan, who was leaning against the Second Prince, sensitively felt his body stiffen, no longer as calm and composed as before.

Madam Yan smiled and moved her hands more vigorously, without stopping, "We have walked a thousand steps and we are ninety-nine years old. I don't mind this final step, right?"

"Besides, if it works, it will be good for us. What if... we still have Fahui to take the lead?"

Madam Yan's little hand touched something, which caused the Second Prince's breathing to become heavier. Finally, he could not resist any more and stood up to pick her up. He took two steps at a time and came to the bedside, then pressed on her.

The maids serving in the room were very tactful and when Madam Yan sat on the prince's lap for the second time, they quietly retreated, closed the door and stood guard outside.

After a long time, the noise on the bed gradually quieted down. Madam Yan clung to the Second Prince's arms softly, took a breath, and continued to lobby with her eloquent voice.

"Okay, you can make the arrangements." The satisfied Second Prince finally relaxed. After thinking for a while, he continued, "I remember that the Second Prince's Mansion also has several farms in that area. I'll ask the housekeeper to bring you the account books of the farms in the mansion later today."

"You can find a suitable place and arrange for people to clean and prepare it. Make sure that Master Fahui and his disciples are satisfied."

"Thank you very much, sir. I will ask Mammy to go there personally and make sure everything is arranged properly."

Madam Yan was delighted and served even harder. Soon, the bed in the room began to shake again.

On the official road from Anzhou Prefecture to the capital, a monk of similar age to Master Fazhi, accompanied by six disciples also dressed as monks, were gazing into the distance.

Not far from them, a dozen servants from the Second Prince's Mansion were busy making a fire and cooking.

"Master, are we really going back to the capital this time?" asked the youngest disciple curiously.

Fahui nodded and reached out to touch his little disciple's bald head.

Ten years later, he could finally return to the capital. Winners may win, but he never regretted what he did ten years ago.

It was obvious that the master liked him more in his words and deeds, and was always more caring towards him. So why did he pass the position of the headmaster to his senior brother in the end?

As a disciple of the master, he is smarter than his brother, has better martial arts skills, learns scriptures faster than him, and most importantly, cares more about the temple than him...

Finally, those old guys actually discussed secretly behind his back to pass the position of leader to Muna's Fazhi?

Why?

If a man does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. So he fought to the death, but he did not expect that Fazhi would not only escape the disaster, but also return to the temple alive.

In the end, he was expelled from the temple and forced to leave his hometown.

However, ten years later, Fahui is back, and it is still uncertain who will win this time!