Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 13: The Release of a Crown Princess

Could it be that the Water Moon Nunnery is even more intriguing than described in the novel?

The hidden depths are truly astonishing! I've learned something new.

Huirulan's beautiful eyes curved slightly: "I see that this book's pages are torn and have traces of being touched. I presume the donor has also read it frequently. I wonder what impressions the donor has after reading it?"

As for that, I'm not tired at all.

Xin Zhuo became spirited and straightened his back: "I dare not agree with Junior Sister's statement. I have a different perspective."

"Oh? I'd like to hear more!"

"Firstly, Junior Sister mentioned that the writing style is acceptable, and I agree. But you said the plot is lacking, and I think that's incorrect. You see, this book itself is not a literary masterpiece; it mainly focuses on romantic affairs.

Therefore, it is reasonable to emphasize this aspect. Otherwise, how can it attract readers? Whether a book can sell well depends on whether it meets the demands of the market and has a broad audience. The intricacies of this are probably difficult for you monastics to understand.

Furthermore, if the portrayal of romantic affairs is too realistic or recycled, it becomes cliché and uninteresting! When people read books, they seek novelty and innovative ideas.

As someone who has read countless books, I understand this deeply. Although the author may have exaggerated, it is still cleverly done. Readers not only accept it but also become immersed in it. In my opinion, it would be best if the scholar gave the order, and the three thousand beauties gathered together..."

The more Xin Zhuo spoke, the brighter his eyes became, and the more inspired he felt. He couldn't help but slap his thigh. Damn it, if only I had written a novel in my previous life, the Twelve Heavenly Kings, Platinum, and the Great Gods would be nothing.

Suddenly, he remembered something. Did his phone not get formatted before he drowned in his previous life?

When he looked up again, he noticed Huirulan looking at him with a smile in her beautiful eyes, a mix of teasing and mockery.

Am I being played?

What is this nun thinking?

"This is where I differ from the donor. What I think is different. If there is impurity in the heart, naturally, one sees more impurity. If there is beauty in the heart, one sees more beauty!"

Huirulan peeled a potato, gently opened her vermilion lips, and took a bite, her movements still pleasing to the eye.

"We are all human beings. Don't pretend to be noble. I don't want to argue anymore. I'm tired of it!"

Xin Zhuo sat on the bed, holding his head in his hands.

"But your words this morning did wake me up!"

After finishing a potato, Huirulan took out a handkerchief to wipe her hands and said, "I have always believed that good is good and evil is evil, and they should never be mixed.

But after hearing your words, I think that if one walks with evil, they can still do great good!"

"What are you trying to say? Always obsessing over good and evil, isn't that boring?" Xin Zhuo frowned.

Suddenly, Huirulan made a strange move, taking off her monk's hat to reveal a head full of black hair.

Her waist-length hair, slightly curled due to the pressure of the hat, cascaded over her shoulders. Coupled with her naturally beautiful appearance, she became even more enchanting.

Xin Zhuo was stunned. "You actually have hair while practicing as a nun?"

Huirulan shook her head, her jade-like hand supporting her cheek, looking lazy. "I was born into a powerful and noble family. At the age of twelve, I was engaged to a nobleman's son. However, that nobleman had a bad character and was full of evil. I despised him.

My mother worshipped Buddha and had a kind heart. Under her influence, I also devoted myself to Buddhism. On the day of my wedding three years ago, I ran away from home and entered the monastery.

Unfortunately, that nobleman's family had great influence, so even the Water Moon Nunnery dared not ordain me."

At this point, she sighed lightly. "After hearing your words today, I suddenly feel that I have been too rigid. Perhaps, if I were to return, I could still do good in the world."

"Ah, is that so?" Xin Zhuo smiled. This plotline, filled with rebellious experiences of a female protagonist in a novel, was too cliché and uninteresting.

Huirulan fell silent and tilted her head, gazing blankly at the round moon outside the window.

Xin Zhuo had to change his posture and sat there silently.

Outside, the sound of crickets could be heard from somewhere, while inside the room, it was quiet. Little Huang, who was playing with shoes, looked at Xin Zhuo and then at Huirulan. He ran to a spot not far from Huirulan and urinated, then excitedly scurried back under the bed.

After an unknown amount of time, Huirulan, who had been sitting peacefully, suddenly moved like a graceful swan, swiftly rising. Her white monk's robe fluttered, and her delicate jade-like hand formed a palm strike, heading straight for Xin Zhuo's face.

This scene was too sudden, and Xin Zhuo was greatly alarmed. Acting on instinct, he leaped up and retaliated with a palm strike.

"Smack!"

Double palms collide.

Hui Rulan remains motionless.

Xin Zhuo takes three steps back, falls onto the bed, and feels a strong force continuously drilling into his arm through his palms.

At this moment, a power emerges within himself, rising to meet the challenge and quickly resolving the invisible force.

Then, he instinctively reaches for his knife.

Unexpectedly, Hui Rulan has already arrived in front of him. She lifts his chin with her jade-like finger, smirks playfully, and says with a fragrant breath, "You actually know martial arts, and you possess a technique to conceal your aura. Despite being only a low-ranking eighth-grade cultivator, your True Qi is unexpectedly abundant. You have secrets, huh!"

Looking at her deep and captivating eyes, her beautiful face with pearly white teeth and plump vermilion lips...

This woman is not as innocent as she claims to be.

So, I'm going to be pressed against the wall?

Should I resist?

Unexpectedly, Hui Rulan releases him and smiles faintly. "I'm leaving. The martial nuns of Shuiyue Temple won't let you off easily. If you don't die and manage to make a name for yourself within a few years, I'll reward you!"

After speaking, her body becomes as light as silk, her long hair dances in the air, and she disappears into the maple forest with a flash.

So, what kind of reward is it?

Xin Zhuo is stunned for a while before muttering, "So powerful! Such elegant Qinggong!"

The thieves in the courtyard are fast asleep, completely unaware of what just happened.

Xin Zhuo remains dazed for a while, closes the door, and goes to bed.

The conversation with Hui Rulan keeps echoing in his mind, and he can't help but feel regret. He was too busy cracking jokes and forgot to give her some Lunar Serenity Well water to cultivate with.

Tossing and turning, he eventually falls into a drowsy sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, he is awakened by urgent knocking on the door. Han Qiniang's voice shouts, "Master, did you and the nun wake up? There's something exciting happening down the mountain, hurry!"

Xin Zhuo gets up, rubs his eyes, opens the door, and sees that it's already early morning. "What's happening?"

Han Qiniang glances behind him, not seeing the nun, scratches her head in confusion, and then ignores it. She grabs Xin Zhuo's hand and pulls him towards the foot of the peak. "Come on, you'll see when we get there. Sister Ying and the others have already gone!"

When they reach the foot of the mountain, they can already see the situation on the official road below. It's a long line of people, densely packed.

Are they here to watch or to suppress bandits?

Following a winding path, they run for about two miles until they're almost at the official road at the foot of the mountain. Only then do they discover that Cui Ying'er and the others are hiding behind some bushes, completely engrossed in watching.

Xin Zhuo follows Han Qiniang and leans in behind Cui Ying'er and the others to look down, and he can't help but be shocked.

In that long line, there is actually an army, with golden helmets, golden armor, spirited horses, and long spears, exuding a murderous aura. They are an elite force.

In the midst of the army, there are some high-ranking officials wearing black-brown official uniforms and tall black hats, with solemn expressions and an imposing presence.

In the middle, a group of palace maids, eunuchs, and generals hold various items such as a nine-dragon umbrella, double-dragon fan, peacock fan, Baize Lion flag, Gaozhifan, Yihuangchang, dragon banners, small dragon flags, and leopard tail spears.

Behind them is a luxurious carriage pulled by nine horses, surrounded by people, slowly moving forward.

The scene is extremely grand.

Xin Zhuo estimates that if this army came to besiege Fulong Fort, he would only have the option of cutting his own throat.

The patrol guards at the foot of the mountain, who were originally hiding by the roadside to watch the excitement, are whipped by the eunuchs. The eunuch's shrill voice pierces the air, "Bold lowly officials! The princess consort's procession is passing by. How dare you watch indiscriminately? Kneel down!"

In this remote place, four thousand miles away from the capital, having a princess consort like a dream is already extraordinary.

The bewildered patrol guards finally remember their manners and quickly kneel down, not daring to lift their heads.

At this moment, Huang Dagui whispers, "Damn it, who would have thought that a princess would be hiding among the nuns of Shuiyue Temple? If I had known, I would have taken her up the mountain and made her the fort's mistress!"

His voice lacks confidence.

Xin Zhuo stares blankly at the procession, watching them gradually disappear into the distance with the rising sun.

It feels as if his future has also disappeared.

I didn't even get to hold her thigh!