After the villain was defeated, she still had power in the government

If Xiaoqing hadn't been there hinting that this person was undoubtedly Huixin, Xin Huarong would have probably kicked him out as a lunatic talking nonsense.

Trying to maintain a dignified and decent image, Xin Huarong smiled and replied, "Master Huixin, I have long heard of your great name. I wonder if you will..."

Halfway through his words, Hui Xin's pupils suddenly shrank. The next second, as if he had seen a ghost, he made a "huh" sound and jumped three feet away with agility that did not match his age. He held the door with one hand, as if he was about to rush out, and pointed at Xiao Qing with the other hand and stammered, "You, you you you... Qingqing Qingrong, you you you you you, aren't you dead?"

Xiaoqing's expression changed slightly, and she raised her hand to touch her face. Then she remembered that after she and Xin Huarong entered the private room, she took off her veil for convenience and had forgotten to put it on again.

Xin Huarong said secretly: "It's broken."

He did not show his emotion, but took a step forward, took Xiaoqing's arm, and pretended to be displeased and said, "Master, what do you mean by this? Xiaoqing is my good sister. As a monk, how can you curse someone?"

Hearing this, Huixin was stunned.

His inquiring gaze lingered on Xiaoqing for a moment, and when he saw a shadow on the ground, his expression relaxed slightly.

It fell on the arms of the two people who were holding each other. A trace of embarrassment flashed across his face. He coughed, stood up straight, bowed to the two people, and said embarrassedly: "Amitabha, I spoke out of turn. To be honest with you two donors, I have a deceased pilgrim who looks very similar to donor Xiaoqing. I thought it was her. I was reckless, please forgive me."

After a pause, he continued tentatively, "The wife of Marquis Annan should also know her. As far as I know, she used to be your personal maid."

Upon hearing this, Xin Huarong's expression did not change at all, and she frankly admitted: "Master, are you talking about Qingrong? Yes, she is indeed my maid, and we are like sisters. But she died more than ten years ago. Xiaoqing is indeed similar to Qingrong. It is precisely because of this that Xiaoqing and I hit it off at first sight and gradually became friends."

At this point, he seemed to be lost in memories, and said with a slightly sad expression: "If Qingrong were still alive, she would be like me now, with fine lines around her eyes and more white hair as she ages, right? But even so, it is better than being separated by the Yin and Yang now."

Unlike Xiaoqing, she is still in her bright and dazzling prime years.

After Xin Huarong said this, Huixin also realized that Qingrong and Xiaoqing's ages did not match at all. The donor Xiaoqing in front of her was in the prime of her youth and was obviously a different person from Qingrong.

Thinking of this, he immediately felt relieved.

So, he put away the panic on his face and returned to his previous appearance as a great monk.

She put her hands together, bowed slightly to Xin Huarong, and said, "The deceased is gone, Madam Hou, please accept my condolences."

Xin Huarong nodded slightly, returned the greeting, invited him to take a seat, and then asked, "Master, what is the important matter that you came to see me about today?"

Speaking of this, Hui Xin couldn't help but sigh, his dark face full of sorrow, and said quietly: "Alas. Since Madam asked, I won't be polite.

I would like to ask the Marquis’ wife to say a few good words to Prime Minister Fu so that he will spare my life.

After all, my junior fellow apprentice is dead, which can be regarded as atonement for his previous mistakes. So, can you please stop worrying about the past?"