The soft and sticky crown princess is reborn and throws herself into the arms of the crown prince

Mu Peiyun followed Bi back to the back mountain and passed through a bamboo forest before he saw a wooden house in the distance.

The surrounding streams gurgle through the mountains, accompanied by the calls of larks, making it a quiet and pleasant retreat.

A wisp of smoke rose from the roof. The door of the cottage was wide open, and occasional conversations could be heard from inside.

Mu Peiyun quietly looked at the environment along the way, which was not much different from his previous life.

As they were about to reach the door, Bi Hui, who was leading the way, suddenly stopped, turned around and said to Mu Peiyun, "Donor, please wait here for a moment."

Mu Peiyun was a little surprised, and after a moment of silence, he nodded and said, "Yes."

How did it start to be different?

In her previous life, she was also led here by a novice monk, but there was no such episode of waiting. Instead, she went in directly to see Master Sikong.

Just as she was thinking, Mu Peiyun inadvertently raised her eyes and saw the person she most wanted to see after her rebirth - Mu Yunchen.

She still had that cool and pure temperament, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a golden crown in her hair, a dark blue brocade robe with cloud patterns, and a white jade pendant around her waist.

He was born with a good-looking appearance, but in his previous life, he regarded that appearance as a sign of alienation between people, and completely ignored the tenderness hidden in those deep eyes.

It was just a glimpse of the back, but Mu Peiyun recognized it at the first sight. He subconsciously raised his foot to chase after it, and then he heard the voice of "Bi Hui" in his ears.

"Donor, Master Sikong invites you, Donor, Donor?"

Perhaps he was distracted, so he called her three times. The moment Mu Peiyun came to her senses, a crystal clear tear rolled down from the corner of her eye, looking like a beautiful woman shedding tears, which was quite pitiful.

"Yes."

When Mu Peiyun followed Bi Hui into the house, he looked back at the place where he was just now. There was no trace of that figure in the woods, and even the followers behind him had disappeared without a trace.

A flock of wild geese flew by in the sky. The leaves in the forest were rustling and swaying in the wind. For a moment, the whole view became clearer.

"Master, Master Sikong has always refused to see pilgrims, especially those from the capital's noble families. It's really strange today. How come he suddenly saw the daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

Bi Qi followed his master's increasingly quick pace and couldn't help but ask.

"Qi, don't talk nonsense about others."

Mu Yunchen seemed to be indifferent to everything and did not stop at all.

Even when he heard Bi Hui mention the young lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion in Master Sikong's room earlier, he felt no wavering in his heart.

"Yes, master." Realizing that he had overstepped his boundaries, Bi Qi shut up and quickly followed Mu Yunchen through the bamboo forest.

After leading Mu Peiyun into the house, Bi Hui walked out, leaving the door still wide open.

The tea was boiled hot, and the gurgling sound seemed abrupt and unique in the tranquility of the moment.

"We meet again, donor."

Master Sikong did not even look up at Mu Peiyun. He lowered his head to pour tea and replaced the teacup opposite him.

Indeed, before Mu Peiyun came, someone had occupied this position.

"Master, what do you mean by this?" Mu Peiyun couldn't believe it and asked tentatively while standing aside nervously.

So this confirms that she was truly reborn. She had met Master Sikong once in her previous life, and this meeting can be called "again".

"Please take a seat, benefactor." Master Sikong smiled faintly and pointed to the place opposite where new tea had been placed, just like an elder treating a younger one.

Mu Peiyun understood, nodded and sat down. Before he could speak, he heard Master Sikong continue, "Donor, please try the tea I brewed."

Seeing this, Mu Peiyun hid the doubts in his heart, smiled lightly, picked up the teacup in front of him, took a sip, and savored it for a long time.

Looking up at Master Sikong's smile that was waiting for an answer, Mu Peiyun said, "It tastes bitter at first, but the journey is full of flavors. The light fragrance fills the taste buds, and the aftertaste is sweet."

Master Sikong seemed very satisfied with the answer. He stroked his beard thoughtfully and said, "The donor's answer is very similar to that of the donor who sat here before."

About an hour ago, Mu Yunchen also tasted this pot of tea - "A slight taste of bitterness, a medium taste of fragrance, a light taste of gift, and a sweet taste after bitterness."

"Master, could you please give me some advice and help me solve this doubt?" Mu Peiyun pursed her lips, surprised and asked excitedly.

"Donor, nothing in this world can be forced. The confusion in your heart is God's will. You don't have to stick to it and trap yourself. You should follow the cycle of reincarnation and accept it as it comes."

"They come, the security?"

These words echoed in Mu Peiyun's mind for a long time. Even after he left the back mountain and returned to the temple, he still felt uneasy.

But I suddenly felt much more enlightened. Since I am here now, I should make the best of it. So now that I am back, I should accept it as it comes. All this is the best arrangement.

What about Mu Yunchen? Why did he go to see Master Sikong? Was he also reborn?

After Mu Peiyun left, Master Sikong stared at the seats where the two had just sat, and he suddenly felt relieved. It turned out that it was only at the time of his death that he was able to glimpse the secret.