The Legend of the Concubine in the Harem

With the help of Hu Ziyi and others, the two carriages with their wheels fixed were quickly separated. The road was clear, and Deng Jihui naturally had no reason to stay with Lu Weiyuan any longer. He returned to his own carriage, looking back every few steps.

Princess Yongtai looked at her sister in surprise and said, "You actually brought the Duke of England back intact?"

Hearing this, Lu Weiyuan glanced at her frivolous sister and said, "Second sister, I am really hurt, sad, and upset when you say this... Is Yuanjun an unreasonable person? The Duke of England is just a little annoying, why do you say it as if I would break his bones in the street?"

"I made a bet with your third sister, and this time, I lost a lot." Princess Yongtai pretended not to hear her sister's complaints.

Lu Weiyuan snorted: "Second sister, when did you not lose the bet with third sister?"

"Please stop it!"

The wheels turned slowly, and the two sisters in the carriage quarreled for a few words. Lu Weiyuan sat next to the door, lifted the curtain and looked at Hu Ziyi who was sitting next to the driver: "Xinsui, when we get there, I want to visit my uncle first. You go to my uncle's place and help me prepare..." She lowered her voice and gave a few instructions.

Hu Ziyi nodded as if she was used to it.

"What are you whispering about?" Princess Yongtai became curious.

Lu Weiyuan turned around: "I won't tell you."

"Good Lord Yuan, your mother is also my mother, and your uncle is also my uncle. Is there anything so important that you can't tell me, your elder sister?"

Lu Weiyuan stretched out a finger and tapped Princess Yongtai's forehead, pushing her back as she approached him: "Who told you to plot against me with Third Sister first, humph!"

She rolled her eyes and continued, "It's nothing serious. I just want to use my uncle's place to play a trick on the Duke of England. Since he wants to chase me, how can I just let him be annoying? I want to help him become more likable."

As Empress Xie's elder brother, after Xie Jingrong became a monk, the former personally selected a place and converted it into a Buddhist temple for him to live in. This place was naturally provided by the emperor, and it happened to be not far from Princess Yongtai's new farm.

When Princess Yongtai heard that Lu Weiyuan had a new trick up his sleeve, she urged her to take her two sisters with her and go over together: "That guy will definitely not give up and chase us anyway, so why not just stop beating around the bush? What's the point of playing tricks on him?"

The two sisters exchanged a few words and looked at Princess Fengning who had been silent the whole time. Princess Fengning noticed her elder and younger sisters' gazes and looked up with some helplessness: "I'm fine with anything, as long as I don't delay you too long and affect your horse race later..."

"That's right." Lu Weiyuan thought about it, and then ordered the driver to change the route without any burden.

The Duke of England and others who had been walking in front were not surprised until they arrived at the place to find that the princesses' carriages had temporarily changed their route and were heading somewhere else.

Of course I have to chase after her, but how can I make it seem less deliberate?

Deng Jihui decided to visit Master Qinghe (the Buddhist name of Xie Jingrong after he became a monk). As soon as he made a move, he saw the carriages of several other powerful families turning towards the direction of Qinghe Buddhist Temple. He immediately realized that there were many people who had the same idea as him.

This realization made Deng Jihui feel slightly angry.

I am the princess’ childhood sweetheart, I am the one who keeps myself clean for the princess, and of course I am the one who is most comparable to the princess in terms of status.

These other shameless things actually want to compete with me?

Deng Jihui, with the help of his years of self-cultivation, dispersed the resentment in his heart and decided to perform well in front of Master Qinghe later, to consolidate his reputation as a "son of Buddha" and to show how he compares to his competitors, so that the little princess would know what is the best choice.

Even though Lu Weiyuan's favor was beyond everyone's imagination, and even over the years, there had been speculation among the public and the powerful about the possibility of this princess succeeding to the throne and becoming empress, but in Deng Jihui's view, even if she was a princess, even if she really became empress, she still needed a husband and a family.

In this way, life can be complete.

As the "brother" who has grown up with Lu Weiyuan almost since childhood, I have the obligation to shoulder this responsibility. Others only see Princess Yuyi, but only I can see the quirky, innocent and simple little girl under the noble appearance!

When it comes to matters between men and women, I am the most suitable person to guide her!

With full confidence.

Many carriages found various excuses and stopped outside the Qinghe Buddhist Temple one after another.

However, as soon as everyone got off the car, they saw a big show at the door.

Several people who looked like country gentlemen knelt at the door of the Buddhist temple, constantly begging for forgiveness from a woman standing in the temple - the woman looked to be only about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing simple coarse cloth clothes, and her hair was not combed up, but two black braids were combed on the left and right, hanging in front of her body.

This place...originally belonged to the emperor. Although it is no longer the property, the owners of the surrounding manors are either rich or noble. It seems unlikely that this woman and those gentry-looking people could come here.

Could this be a test from Master Qinghe, or perhaps it was Princess Yuyi...

The same thought occurred to everyone, and they threw away their pride as the children of the rich and powerful, and rushed over to surround him.

Deng Jihui put on his cool and aloof demeanor again, twirling his Buddhist beads, relying on his status to stand at the front, and asked those people what happened.

In another place, in the Buddhist hall, there is a small room where one can observe the movement at the door.

Xie Jingrong clasped his hands together, chanted Amitabha, and looked at his niece: "Your Highness, please do not lose your sense of propriety. That woman is also a pitiful person. If I hadn't happened to meet her, I'm afraid I would have been forced..."

Xie Jingrong, who is over 40 years old, has some fine lines on his face, but he does not look old. Instead, he reveals a strange kind of peace.

Although he became a monk, he never gave up his hobby of writing storybooks, and would occasionally go out for a walk to collect information.

The girl in the Buddhist temple outside was the one he met not long ago. Her father was a swindler who had been away from home all year round and had never taken care of the elderly and children at home. One day, he showed up, but he was deceived instead of deceiving others. Not only did he owe a large sum of money to several other swindlers, but he was also caught with evidence of his previous frauds.

He first robbed his parents' savings to pay off his debts, but that was still not enough, so he secretly pawned his wife to someone else. Still, the money was not enough, so he turned his attention to his daughter who was working away from home.

When the woman returned home, she discovered the shocking changes in her home. She wanted to report to the police but it was too late. Her family was originally outsiders in the village and built their house on the edge of the village. Her father personally brought those scammers home but no one noticed anything unusual. Several people kidnapped the woman and wanted to take her back to be a concubine. The woman struggled and escaped, and happened to run into Xie Jingrong and his entourage who were traveling, and was saved.

"Don't worry, uncle." Lu Weiyuan said, "I do like to play a little, but when have I ever crossed the line?"

She originally wanted to make another arrangement, but she just happened to come across this incident, so she simply borrowed it and used it, which actually seemed more real.

"Besides, it's boring to give someone a nightmare. It would be more joyful if you gave him a sweet dream and then tore it apart."