After traveling through time, I became a thorn in the eyes of the sickly prince

At this time, An Jinhai rode his horse towards the largest royal temple in Kyoto. Hearing the news of An Muxi's death, he was not as sad as he had imagined.

He knew very well that his daughter was destined to be a phoenix and would not die easily. This secret had been kept in his heart for many years and no one knew about it.

He slowly walked up the steps, entered the hall, and headed towards Zhishan's room.

When he was young, he came to this temple and met Zhishan, who was only ten years old at that time. He was very intelligent and eloquent in talking about Buddhism. He said that the An family would have a queen. At that time, he had not yet married Aunt An into the house, so this queen must be the eldest daughter, An Muxi.

The clear and melodious sound of wooden fish echoed throughout the corridor, calming people's irritable mood.

A beautiful little novice monk came out, "Amitabha, donor, please come in!"

An Jinhai glanced at the little monk. Why does she look like the Sixth Princess? Although she was wearing a hat, her fair face and clear eyes were the Sixth Princess. He was about to say something, but he moved his lips twice and stopped talking. Recently, there was a rumor in Kyoto that the Sixth Princess escaped from the palace to escape marriage, but she hid here unexpectedly.

The Sixth Princess felt An Jinhai's focused gaze, lowered her eyes, and made a gesture of invitation.

An Jinhai walked into the Zen room, the sound of the wooden fish stopped abruptly, and he met Zhishan's deep and bright eyes.

Perhaps it was the accumulation of years, his angular face showed firmness and fortitude. He was dressed neatly in a green monk's robe, the agarwood Buddhist beads around his neck were black and smooth, his back was straight like a pine tree, and one palm rested on his chest, showing an indifferent look as if he had understood everything in the world.

An Jinhai fell to his knees.

"Master, I need your help. My daughter has been exiled, and I don't know..."

Before he could finish, Zhishan spoke slowly, "Like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, it was reborn after being put to death!!!" Although the sentence was short, it was powerful, like a beam of light that dispelled the clouds of sorrow in An Jinhai's sky.

An Jinhai kowtowed again, his voice trembling, "I knew that my precious daughter was fine, wuwuwu!!!" If anything happened to Xier, it would be the same as if he had killed her, because he was the one who sent her to Prince Duan's Mansion.

What else did he want to ask? Zhishan picked up the Jianzhi and started tapping it gently.

An Jinhai had no choice but to kowtow and express his gratitude before walking out of the meditation room.

When he came outside, he met the inquiring eyes of Rong Jing, Gu Qingzhou, Dongfeng and others.

Rong Jing bowed and said, "Master An!"

An Jinhai nodded slightly and strode down the stairs.

Looking at An Jinhai's back, Rong Jing chuckled and looked at Dongfeng and others beside him, "Let's go back and do what we need to do!"

"Are you not going to ask anymore, now that we are all here?"

"No need to ask, the answer is written on Master An's face. If the princess dies, Master An will be in great pain!"

Xifeng lowered his voice and said, "That's right, Mr. An's eyebrows were clearly showing joy just now!"

Bei Feng exhaled a breath, "It seems that we have to implement the prince's second plan. Tomorrow I will take a few brothers to Yazhou to find the prince!" There was joy in his voice.

Rong Jing looked around and said, "Be serious, don't you see there are spies all around you?"

Steward Shi burst into tears, "My Lord, my poor Lord, you just died and these bastards have changed their minds and don't even want to spend the money for the salvation of souls!" Then he pushed Rong Jing hard, "You old man, you're always robbing and searching!"

Rong Jing lost his balance and stumbled down the stairs.

Gu Qingzhou looked at Butler Shi in reproach, "Butler, you're overacting!"

Steward Shi lowered his voice and said, "I am also very happy, but I have no way to express it. Ahaha, my poor prince and princess, I will buy some eggs to celebrate later!!!"

Gu Qingzhou threw off his robe and walked down the stairs.

Dongfeng and his companions also quickly went down the stairs.

You know what, this trick of self-torture was performed quite realistically.

～Ding'an Palace～

Xia Yuyan was dressed in mourning clothes, lying on the bed with a pale face. Her small face, which was as big as a palm, had a kind of sickly beauty.

When I received the news of Prince Duan's death, I felt as if my heart was hollowed out. I couldn't eat or sleep well.

He was naturally happy about the death of Prince Ding'an. The mountain above his head had fallen. From then on, he was the only one who had the final say in the Prince Ding'an's mansion. Especially after sending away the prince's personal guards, he felt much more relieved.

Why is it so painful to hear Brother Ke Yue's death? Thinking about it, I shed two lines of tears. He still loves me as much as he did when I was a child. He would rather risk the world's disapproval and take the blame for me. But now that I have become a free person and have the millions of wealth of King Ding'an, he can never come back.

Hongzhu came over with a fruit plate, looked at the depressed Xia Yuyan, and said worriedly, "Miss, why are you crying again? The imperial physician said that being depressed is not good for the fetus!!!" After that, she glanced at the two maids outside, put down the tray, and closed the door.

Xia Yuyan wiped her tears, propped herself up, and leaned on the pillow, "Hongzhu, Brother Yue's information is probably wrong, it must be a trick of An Muxi, that woman is the most cunning!!!"

Hongzhu sat by the bed considerately, "Miss, no matter whether the news is true or false, you must pretend to be pregnant. This way you can gain a firm foothold and hide it from the two maids sent by the Queen Mother. Then you will have more say in the shops in Kyoto!!!"

Thinking of the huge fortune, Xia Yuyan's expression suddenly became firm, "Yes, I must cheer up. In this capital, as long as you have money, you can have everything. If Brother Yue comes back, I can help him make a comeback!!!"

"That's the right way to think. Hongzhu, it's not that easy for Prince Duan to die. Today, I went to the market and saw the housekeeper of Prince Duan's mansion and the prince's counselor Rong Jing, and I found that they didn't show any sadness! If Prince Duan is really gone, how can they still do business normally!!!"

Xia Yuyan rolled her beautiful eyes and thought quickly, "Send someone to the An family to find out what the An family has to say. An Jinhai especially dotes on that bitch. If she dies, there will definitely be changes in the mansion."

Hongzhu took out a small quilt from under the bed and said, "Miss, you should be pregnant in a while. Wrap this small cushion around your body and put on a thick jacket to be safer. Fortunately, when the master was alive, he saved the life of Doctor Wang and said that Miss was pregnant. Otherwise, how could he help Miss escape danger in front of everyone that day!!!"

"Oh, Hongzhu, did you listen to me?" There was anger in Xia Yuyan's eyes. Recently, Hongzhu has been acting nervous every day. She is the only master in this mansion. If she says she is pregnant, who would dare to doubt it!

"Yes, yes, my lady, Hongzhu will be there soon!!!"

"By the way, is that bitch Qinglian behaving well?"

"She is very good. Since the death of the prince, she seems to have lost her backbone. She keeps grinding the millstone every day like a donkey!"

"Don't let her live too comfortably. Those who plot against me will not let her live easily!"

Hongzhu rolled her eyes and suddenly smiled evilly.

"Why not sell it to Yihongyuan to save the young lady from getting upset when she sees it!"

"No, I want to have some fun when I have nothing to do!" Xia Yuyan picked up the grapes from the fruit plate and put them into her mouth. After a burst of sadness, her brows slightly frowned, and her pale face made her look like a sickly beauty.

Butler Zhou Baoyue came in with the account book, bowed and said, "Princess, the third master of the An family has ordered another 100 fine small-leaf red sandalwood trees from the mansion. Should we raise our price?"

"Increase the price. All businesses related to the An family must increase the price. Whether that An Muxi is really dead or fake, this concubine will not let the An family feel at ease."

There was a gleam of brilliance and calculation in Xia Yuyan's eyes.