Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace: Jia Ling's Double Rebirth, Creates a Great Success

In July, the cicadas’ chirping gradually subsides, and the midsummer heat gradually recedes.

Everything is ready for this year's autumn expedition. We just need to wait for the first autumn wind to stir up the green waves on the grassland, and then the autumn expedition army will set off.

Previously, Yong Zhang had accompanied his newly-wed wife back to Khorchin to visit her relatives, and had also received an imperial decree to take several Khorchin princes and personal soldiers under the jurisdiction of various tribes to watch the hunting at Mulan Paddock.

This autumn siege was destined to be more grand than the previous ones, so all the people in the palace who could be mobilized were mobilized.

In the previous dynasty, the emperor left Prince Yuan as regent, and Prince An was in charge of the correspondence between the palace and the army.

The Mongolian princes were also very considerate and sent the gifts for the adult princes to the capital in advance. The gift for Prince Yuan was only slightly lower than that for the Emperor.

The sixth and seventh princesses were young and were sent to Xiefang Palace to be well taken care of.

Ruyi had no objection. She just wanted to take this opportunity to mend her relationship with the emperor and give Ling Yunche another chance to shine.

The Queen had previously heard from Concubine Jia and Concubine Ling that Concubine Xian was raising the little princess as a boy and the clothes she wore were all leftovers from Yongqi.

Langya felt that Ruyi must be crazy. If she continued to raise Jingsi like this, Jingsi would have confusion about his own gender.

After much deliberation, Fucha Langya told the emperor the truth when the army was resting in the Rehe Palace.

The emperor was busy arranging a meeting with Mongolian princes and nobles. After hearing about this, he called Ruyi over and scolded her.

The emperor threw down the memorial and said as soon as they met: "I heard that you let Jingsi, a princess, wear Yongqi's old clothes all day long? You are clearly trying to ruin Jingsi. Do you know that the people in Xiefang Palace said that she is now over one year old and wants to urinate like Yonghuang's Mian'en?"

Unexpectedly, Ruyi used the method of diversion again and put the blame on Lu Muping for taking Yongqi away.

He also said that if Yongji was returned to her, she would not miss Yongji so much and would transfer her feelings to Jingsi.

The emperor was so angry that he touched his forehead and almost laughed: "I want Concubine Qing to raise Yongji because she can take good care of him. Now that Yongji is no longer with you, you should cherish Jingsi even more."

Ruyi pouted and glared: "Yongji is a prince, Lu Muping raised him well, so he is a descendant of Aixinjuelu. Just because Jingsi is a daughter and she was not raised well, do you want to blame me and my Ulanara family?"

The emperor recalled what he had just said. He never mentioned anything wrong with Ulanara. How could Ruyi come up with this sentence out of nowhere?

After saying this, Ruyi pouted and said, "Your Majesty, I cannot understand your thoughts. I am guilty. I will take my leave."

The emperor was so angry that he threw the memorials all over the floor, summoned Jinzhong, and decided to permanently remove Ruyi's green card.

He would never let Ruyi have a child again.

Ruyi and the emperor had been arguing for a long time. When she heard that the emperor was going to take away her green card, she felt unhappy. She broke away from Lingzhi's support and walked in front by herself.

Unconsciously, the two were about to walk out of the palace. This was a place with lush forests and bamboos. In front of them was a weed-covered path leading to the mountain. At the end of the path were several stacked houses. Only a patch of trampled grass revealed that there were people living inside.

Ruyi couldn't help but become curious about what was ahead.

She has always liked being unique and different, whether in the emperor's heart or in Ling Yunche's heart.

The place in front of her, which seemed isolated from the world, had a huge attraction to her at the moment. She turned around and called Lingzhi who was looking around.

"Lingzhi, I want to go up the mountain. Please lead the way."

At this moment, the sky was already somewhat dim, and the surroundings were overgrown with weeds. Above, it looked like a dense forest, with thousands of winding rocks and deep and eerie scenery. Lingzhi was so scared that she pointed at herself and said, "Ah? Me?"

Looking at her master's firm and unquestionable eyes, Lingzhi took a deep breath and knelt down with a plop.

"Master, it's getting late, and it looks like there are few people up there. I think it's very dangerous. Why don't we go back first, call a few more people, and go up together tomorrow."

When Ruyi saw Lingzhi kneeling down, she was also slightly surprised. She was usually kind to others and rarely had servants kneel down to beg her like this. It seemed that she was forcing them.

Besides, if she asked a few people to go up together, she wouldn't be the only one who had been to the mountain, so what was the point?

Ruyi thought for a moment and said, "Then you should wait here for me to come back and don't run around."

After saying that, Ruyi lifted the hem of her skirt and walked up the mountain, one taller than the other.

Walking past the weeds, there is a towering ancient tree in front of you. Among the branches, there is actually an ancient and unique temple. The plaque above the door has fallen off a layer of skin due to disrepair, revealing its original dark yellow color.

Letter to: Anyuan Temple

Since the construction of Rehe Palace, there have been a total of twelve temples of various sizes. Eight of them are larger in scale and are called the Outer Eight Temples. The remaining ones are either small in scale or have been abandoned and are seldom visited.

The Anyuan Temple in front of us had stopped being visited more than ten years ago, and only an old monk is still guarding it stubbornly.

This was exactly what Ruyi wanted, as few people came here and it was a noble Buddhist place.

Ruyi walked in on tiptoe, her two armored hands swinging back and forth.

The temple is not big, it is a two-courtyard complex. There are two trees planted on the left and right sides of the front yard, one is a paulownia tree and the other is a maple tree.

So a strange picture appeared in the courtyard: the sycamore trees in the east were still green and lush, while maple leaves in the west were falling down, staining the red bricks.

An old monk in a gray robe came from the backyard with a broom and swept the fallen leaves at the steps.

Ruyi took a step forward and bowed slightly: "Old man, are you the abbot here?"

The old monk raised his head, kindly smiling, "I am just a sweeper under the Buddha's throne. How can there be an abbot in this abandoned temple? I am just a person who serves the flowers and plants here."

Ruyi saw that the old monk was calm and spoke in a gentle manner. He seemed to be someone who could communicate with her soul. She sighed and tried to organize her words in elegant language:

"I only envy you, old man, that you can stay away from the world and live a simple but peaceful life here, unlike me, who is struggling in the secular world or living a life without my control. I can't even raise my own children. The emperor also scolds me. What I want may never come to me."

The old monk raised his head and glanced at the nobleman in front of him. Her face was pale and her eyebrows were sharp. Even though she tried her best to appear calm and composed, her slightly pursed lips and inquiring eyes still revealed something.

The old monk's voice was deep and desolate, as if it penetrated Ruyi's soul.

"A person who loves is like holding a torch and walking against the wind. He will surely burn his hands. You are not struggling, but stirring up the storm. You must stop in time and then you can turn back."

Ruyi didn't understand what the old monk meant, but was too embarrassed to ask. She just had an expression of sudden enlightenment, but in her heart she was blaming the old monk for not explaining it more clearly.

She didn't want to waste any more time on something she didn't understand, so she simply changed the subject.

"Old man, I am the emperor's noble lady. I have always had a connection with Buddhism. I wonder if I can take a look around here."

After hearing her identity, the old monk naturally had to agree. He nodded slightly and continued to sweep up the fallen leaves.

Ruyi looked around. The main hall was no different from any other temple. However, the door of a side room next to the main hall was locked. After being exposed to wind and rain, the window paper had several holes in it.

Through those holes, one could just about make out that there was a meditation room inside.

Ruyi tilted her head and staggered towards the meditation room. The lock on the door was quite old and there was a layer of dust on the bolt, suggesting that the room had not been opened for a long time.

"Old man, I want to take a look inside. Please open the lock."

As Ruyi spoke, she bowed to the monk, scaring the old monk so much that he stepped back repeatedly, even throwing his broken broom aside, and bowed a few times.

The monk was a little hesitant. The reason why this meditation room was locked was because they didn't want to mention the people inside.

Old friends gradually died, and he was the only living one who could remember the past.

The old monk hesitated, but finally took out the key. The lock was rusty and extremely difficult to open, just like pulling out the fragments of the past from the dusty memories.

With a creaky sound, the door fell to the ground the moment the lock opened, raising a cloud of dust, causing Ruyi and the old monk to cough uncontrollably.

The old monk looked around the room, and apart from being covered in dust, it was no different from the past.

Ruyi also looked at the facilities in the room, a table, a bench, a chair, a bed, and the rest of the place was full of hangings—