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When they were a little further away from the house, Ling Heng asked, "What's the matter?"

The guard lowered his voice and said, "Your Highness, the princess's driver is missing."

Ling Heng shot his sharp eyes straight at the man: "When did it happen?"

The guard was so overwhelmed by this fierce momentum that he immediately knelt on the ground: "One hour ago."

"What have you been doing?"

"No, I don't know."

"Useless!" Ling Heng kicked the man over, "Go check it out immediately."

"Yes."

The guard just stood up and was about to leave when Zhou Wen walked towards him, wiping his sweat.

Ling Heng frowned slightly.

Zhou Wen bowed to Ling Heng: "Your Majesty."

Ling Heng nodded lightly.

The guard pretended to be relaxed and asked with a smile: "Uncle Zhou, where have you been, you are sweating so much?"

Zhou Wen handed the thing in his hand forward and said, "Princess, you forgot the Buddhist scriptures you copied yesterday. Please tell me to get them right away."

"Oh? The princess's two personal maids couldn't even do such a small thing. Didn't you remind them?"

Zhou Wen chuckled, "How would I know? I just did whatever the princess ordered me to do. How dare I ask why the two of them didn't remind me? Sir Guard, don't you agree?"

The guard snorted. Seeing the look Ling Heng gave him, he took the thing from Zhou Wen and flipped through it. "It really is a Buddhist scripture. Why did you only copy half of it?"

"Yes, that's why the princess ordered me to go to the palace and get it quickly. She said she would have to copy it as soon as possible and offer it in front of the Yue Lao statue. It will be very effective."

Ling Heng and the guards smelled a faint smell of blood at the same time.

Guard: "What happened to you old hand?"

"Hey, I was worried that the princess might not be able to copy it in time. This is a big deal, so I drove the carriage faster and almost overturned. Look, the rope cut my wound. Sir, do you have any good medicine for wounds? Lend me a small bottle."

The guard laughed and said, "How can I carry this with me?"

"Is it Uncle Zhou who is back? Did he bring the Buddhist scriptures?" Li Shuangwan's voice came from inside the house.

"Yes, I have brought the Buddhist scriptures."

"Yizhu, go get it."

Yizhu came out: "Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Zhou."

"It's not hard, not hard." While Zhou Wen handed over the Buddhist scriptures, he also stuffed a small porcelain bottle into Yizhu's hand.

Yizhu cast a surprised look at Zhou Wen.

Zhou Wen bowed and left.

Yizhu entered the room and handed the things to Li Shuangwan while also handing the porcelain bottle to her.

Li Shuangwan took the porcelain bottle and didn't understand what Zhou Wen meant by giving her this thing.

I unplugged the bottle and smelled it, and it had a very light herbal scent.

She remembered that it was the smell of a hundred grasses.

So, it was the secret guard named Ying. She felt relieved immediately.

As Ling Heng stepped into the house, Li Shuangwan had already put the porcelain bottle into his sleeve.

In the afternoon, after burning incense, he took the carriage back home.

Ling Heng was just about to take a car back home with Li Shuangwan when Si Po, who had disappeared for a day, arrived.

"Your Highness, there is some progress in the case in the palace."

Ling Heng, who had already stepped into the carriage, retracted his foot and said to Li Shuangwan apologetically, "Ah Wan, I have to go to the palace."

Li Shuangwan smiled faintly, worrying about how to get you to roll off the car: "Your Highness, go and do your work."

"I'll have someone escort you back."

Without waiting for Li Shuangwan to speak, Ling Heng had already ordered: "Sipo, leave five people to escort the princess back to the palace."

"Yes."

Ling Heng rode away with Si Po.

Li Shuangwan lowered the car curtain: "Uncle Zhou, let's go."

"Donor, please stay."

It was the voice of the abbot.

Li Shuangwan hurriedly got off the carriage: "Master."

The abbot had white hair and a youthful face. He wore a gray monk's robe and looked like an immortal. He smiled, put his hands together, chanted a Buddhist name, and then spoke: "Donor, some things are hard to come by. They are fate and sin. When it's time to let go, let go."

Li Shuangwan's face turned pale: "Master, do you know something?"

The master smiled gently: "Fate arises and ends. If it becomes a demon in the heart, it will become a sin. Donor, please remember to listen to my advice. Too much is as bad as too little. Amitabha."

"Master, do you know who that person is? Who is he and why did he do that? Is he, is he the person I think he is?" Li Shuangwan forced the tears into his eyes.

The master shook his head and said, "I am only a mortal, how can I understand the secrets of heaven?"

"Then what should I do?"

"Whatever is necessary, it is necessary. Amitabha, benefactor, please go back."

The abbot handed the Buddhist scriptures that Li Shuangwan had offered in front of the Yue Lao statue back to Li Shuangwan.

Li Shuangwan took the Buddhist scriptures in a daze and got on the carriage in a daze.

No, the abbot must know something, otherwise he wouldn't come out and say these words to her as soon as Ling Heng left.

She wanted to find out clearly whether the person who gave half of his life in two lifetimes in exchange for her rebirth was Ling Heng?

Why did he do this?

In her previous life, he betrayed her, burned her, and wiped out her entire family. Why did he pay such a heavy price to allow her to be reborn?

If it wasn’t Ling Heng, who was that person?

But when I turned around, there was no trace of the master anymore.

Roman: "Princess, what is the abbot talking about?"

Li Shuangwan shook his head.

"Oh, Princess, how did you bring back the Buddhist scriptures? You copied them with great effort. What does the master mean?"

"Don't ask any more questions. Go back."

Yizhu glanced at Li Shuangwan quietly. Something was wrong with the princess.

All the way back to Prince Heng's Palace, no one spoke a word.

Roman winked at Yizhu several times, but Yizhu glared back at him.

As soon as Li Shuangwan returned home, Chen Ping came over and handed over the letter that he had taken from Mr. Zhu with both hands.

In this case, the only way to confirm whether Ling Heng is targeting my grandparents' home is to wait for the reply to the letter that was sent.

In the evening, Ling Heng returned from the palace.

Seeing that Li Shuangwan had no intention of pouring him a glass of water, he was extremely angry, but he did not show it on his face and poured himself a glass and drank it.

"Ah Wan, the murder of two palace maids yesterday has been investigated."

"Xiao Dezi was tempted to do something bad to Qinglian. Qinglian refused, so Xiao Dezi was furious and killed her. Seeing that she was your maid, he tried to frame you, but was discovered by Kexia, so he killed Kexia as well. He confessed and signed his name, and he has committed suicide in the imperial prison to apologize for his crime."

Li Shuangwan: "Well, it's good once it's clarified."

Li Shuangwan was not surprised by Xiao Dezi's ending.

Of course, she didn't believe that Xiao Dezi committed suicide. Apart from Ling Yan and Concubine Wan Shu, only Prince Gong did it.

But Prince Gong would not do anything unnecessary at this critical juncture.

For Emperor Jingzhang, there were always deaths in the palace. They were just two maids, so they died.

As for whether the scandal of the royal family should be exposed, Li Shuangwan didn't care. The Ling family had done many more disgusting things in secret, and they were much more filthy.

Seeing her lukewarm attitude, Ling Heng was furious and decided to humiliate her.