The abandoned queen is reborn: she makes the prince cry and seizes the throne!

I still remember that day, the sky was gloomy and it rained suddenly.

The cat that Ji Mengshu kept beside him had its fur wet by the heavy rain in the corridor, and it shook its head. Then it jumped from the half-open window into the wing room.

Her thoughts were blown away by a gust of wind, and she immediately rushed into the rain with the oil-paper umbrella under the corridor.

The heavy rain was falling sideways, wetting her skirt. She walked to the door with an umbrella and saw Ji Yuan getting off the horse.

Fate comes by such coincidence.

Later, she secretly found out his birth date and asked someone to calculate his marriage potential.

"There are twists and turns, it's not a good match."

That's what the man said.

"donor?"

Wan Rong suddenly came back to his senses and repeated his birth date with a smile.

The abbot stroked his beard and raised his eyes after a while. "The situation of the donor's friend is indeed not very good. He may be in trouble."

"Disaster?" Wan Rong opened his eyes wide, "Why? Master Abbot, is there any way to solve it?"

"If you want to save this friend, you might as well go to him. Maybe you can figure out how to break this situation."

Wan Rong wanted to ask more, but the abbot put his hands together and said, "Donor, don't you want to ask for a talisman for a friend? Why not go now..."

Wan Rong walked out of the side door in a state of despair. Xiao Ruo hurried over and asked, "Girl, what happened?"

She shook her head and said, "Nothing... I'm just very tired."

Ever since returning from Beijing, Wan Rong always kept himself alone in his room, sometimes reading, sometimes practicing calligraphy, or just sitting there doing nothing.

The eldest lady thought that she was a little depressed because she was sent back to her hometown from the palace, so she often tried to persuade her. Wan Rong would smile faintly, "Mother, I'm fine..."

The eldest lady turned around and wiped her tears. What's wrong? She was so depressed all day long, not going out or making friends, just locking herself in the house, letting herself rot and not caring about it.

The eldest lady was also happy that Wan Rong was willing to go out today.

Xiao Ruo asked tentatively, "Then should we rest in this temple for a while?"

Wan Rong nodded. There were cushions for pilgrims, so Wan Rong knelt down and rested for a while. His mind was filled with the words the abbot had just said.

Only by staying by his side can this situation be resolved?

But what does this have to do with her? Besides, he might not like her, and if she kept wandering around in front of him, wouldn't that annoy him?

It was as if there were two little people fighting in my mind, vying to come up with the most appropriate answer.

"Hey Madam Qi, are you here to fulfill your vow?"

Occasionally, pilgrims on the opposite side chatted with each other, and the lady in purple clothes said, "My son passed the imperial examination this year, thanks to the Wenquxing in this temple."

"My husband recently gave birth to a big fat baby, which made me so happy... With the addition of a mouth to feed, my son has to go out as a bodyguard this year. So I came to ask for a lucky charm for him, to protect him from going out and be safe..."

Wan Rong stared at them passing by him in astonishment, and could no longer hear what they were saying.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Xiao Ruo asked, "What are you thinking about, young lady?"

Wan Rong opened her mouth, not knowing whether to answer Xiao Ruo's words or herself, "If I can't get the amulet to him, how can I protect him from harm?"

"what?"

"Never mind, nothing to do..."

Wan Rong wandered around the temple for a while, sent Xiao Ru away, and asked for a lucky charm with his birth date and horoscope.

"Sir, take care."

In the temple, there was a young monk wearing coarse linen robes who bowed slightly to her. Wan Rong turned around and saw a face that was too young.

The young Taoist is still so young, has he already become a monk?

The little monk's dark eyes were free of any impurities and looked like a perfect piece of uncut jade between heaven and earth.

Wan Rong turned around and walked away holding the amulet.

After the two of them returned to the mansion in the carriage, Wan's mother called Xiao Ruo over.

"Rong'er only went to the temple today?"

"Yes, Madam. The young lady spoke to the abbot today, but the distance was too far and I didn't hear clearly. Later, the young lady went to ask for a peace amulet."

The eldest lady sighed lightly, "I understand, please leave, and don't tell her that you told me this..."

"Yes." The maid responded and retreated.

The eldest lady looked at the sky outside which was gradually getting darker, then she sat down in the chair, stared outside steadily, and closed her eyes.

It was the same weather that day. A man and a horse appeared outside the Wan Mansion, where no strangers were seen before.

It had just rained during the day. The man with a neat figure, wearing a bamboo hat, asked the doorman in a low voice.

The doorman came in to report and happened to be seen by her.

"Madam, there is a young man outside the door who wants to see our young lady."

"who?"

The servant came closer and said, "The one who came to the capital is the son of the Ji family."

Ji Yuan was waiting outside, but he didn't expect that the person who came out was a woman.

He had already dismounted from his horse. When he saw the mistress coming out, he was surprised for a moment but still bowed and saluted, "My name is Ji Yuanzheng, and I would like to see Miss Wan."

"The Wan family only has one daughter who married into the imperial palace, and there are no other young ladies... If Master Ji cares about her reputation, don't come here again."

Wan's mother was sitting in the main hall. Now thinking carefully, there was clearly affection in the man's eyes. Now looking at Wan Rong who had locked herself up in the mansion with no joy or sadness, she didn't know whether what she had done was right or wrong.

Wan Rong was a concubine sent back from the harem. Throughout history, there has been no rule that a woman who was sent back home could remarry. The Wan family would support her for the rest of her life.

Inside the small courtyard, Wan Rong looked at the flower petals wet by the autumn rain. Holding the amulet in her hand, she felt a little overwhelmed. She curled up and buried herself in her knees.

The thin body is propped up in an arc, which should be on the supporting window.

“Knock-knock—knock-knock—”

Wan Rong looked up, a few strands of hair hanging down by her neck. She put on her coat and opened the door, and saw a figure standing outside. "Mother?"

She walked in and said, "I heard you went to the temple today?"

Wan Rong lowered his head and hid the amulet in his sleeve. "It's just that I have nothing to do recently, so I just went out for a walk."

"Rong'er, you are my only daughter. Unfortunately, you were unlucky. You happened to be selected for the imperial selection the year you reached the marriageable age. You spent several years in the palace, but were sent back to your hometown..." Whenever Wan's mother talked about these things, there was always a trace of sadness between her brows.

She would rather her daughter marry into an ordinary family of equal status than marry into the royal family.

Unfortunately, it's too late to say anything now.

"Mother, there is no need to say these words anymore. After all, your daughter has already made it through." Wan Rong held her hand and tried to comfort her mother.