A gentle breeze wafts through the mountains, carrying a tender coolness.

Jiang Yue paid little attention to the man beside her. As soon as she entered the temple, she smelled the strong scent of incense, and the incense sticks burning in front of the hall were still emitting wisps of smoke.

It's still a bit cold in the mountains.

Jiang Yue wrapped her shawl tighter around herself. Under the sunlight, she looked as if she were glowing. With her slender figure, she looked like a young lady from the Republican era.

"Shall we go to the temple to worship?"

"Um."

Zhou Ji seemed to sense the person in the shadows. He silently moved closer to her, raised his arm slightly, and casually placed it on her waist, pulling her closer and subtly blocking the view from outside.

Jiang Yue could feel the warmth on her waist, but it was fleeting as the man removed his hand. Therefore, the princess did not show any particular displeasure.

When he loves himself so passionately, he tries to be close to himself at every opportunity.

However, in order not to let Zhou Ji take advantage of her, she couldn't help but say, "You accidentally bumped into me just now."

Zhou Ji raised an eyebrow, his gentle voice showing no sign of anger: "Forgive my poor eyesight, I didn't notice."

Jiang Yue felt that his speech had become unusually refined, and she didn't believe a word he was saying. "You'd better watch your words in front of Buddha. Lest Buddha think you're not sincere."

Zhou Ji couldn't help but chuckle when he saw her speaking so seriously.

The man pressed down on the corners of his lips, his eyes seeming to gleam with a gentle light in the sunlight. He gave a sincere "hmm," appearing to be a very humble and eager-to-learn person.

Jiang Yue gazed at his profile, her mind wandering. She was always easily attracted to Zhou Ji's good looks, but being attracted to beauty is only human nature.

“Buddha is kind-hearted and will certainly not blame me for my abruptness,” Zhou Ji said slowly and lazily.

Jiang Yue had previously felt that Zhou Ji, like her, didn't seem like the type of person who would believe in gods and Buddhas.

If that's true, his attitude towards the gods is also very casual.

Jiang Yue muttered to herself, "Lying is an even more serious crime."

Zhou Ji chuckled softly upon hearing this, and shamelessly continued to ramble on as if nothing had happened: "Are you trying to force a confession?"

A lazy tone of voice.

With a hint of nonchalance.

Then, in a tone that was both serious and unserious, he said, "Well, then I did it on purpose."

Jiang Yue felt as if he was deliberately coaxing her with those words, and suddenly her hand was grabbed by his palm with such strong force that it was difficult to break free.

"I'm pushing my luck."

Jiang Yue's hand was held firmly by him, and the burning heat seemed to travel from her fingertips to her heart, a tingling sensation as if she had been electrocuted.

He was very close, his crisp breath almost touching.

Jiang Yue looked up and saw that the man's skin was as white as jade, without any blemishes, and his straight lips added a touch of indifferent coldness.

His eyes were deep and dark, almost black.

Jiang Yue pulled her hand away and stopped talking to him.

You can't win an argument with him.

Zhou Ji seemed to remain calm and composed throughout, unfazed by any sudden events or storms.

I've never seen him get angry over anything, and I've never seen him fly into a rage or become furious.

It is always as gentle and warm as a breeze.

But can anyone really have such good emotional management skills? She was quite curious to see what Zhou Ji would look like when his gentle mask was torn off.

The abbot of the temple was waiting in the main hall early in the morning.

There is a Buddha statue inside the hall, which was specially brought from elsewhere a few months ago and is not open to the public.

Very few people know about it.

Even the main hall in the mountains is usually locked, and the door is only opened when distinguished guests arrive.

It has always been little known.

Only high-ranking officials and nobles have such an opportunity.

Zhou Ji handed Jiang Yue three sticks of incense.

She accepted the incense, but for a moment she didn't know what to ask for, and was even at a loss for what to ask for.

After a while, Jiang Yue knelt in front of the prayer mat, looked up at the huge Buddha statue in front of her with a dazed expression. Even if she did not believe in gods, she still had to feel awe.

Jiang Yue forcibly suppressed the chaotic thoughts surging in her mind, thought about it carefully, and still prayed for peace for Zhou Ji's mother.

She doesn't believe in these things, so praying won't help.

Besides, when it comes to going home, even chanting Buddhist prayers in front of Buddha is not as effective as trying to find a way yourself.

The princess still felt that as long as she lived until the end of the book, she would have completed her mission and would be rewarded with the chance to go home.

Zhou Ji gazed at the Buddha statue, slowly closed his eyes, and then slowly opened them again after a while.

He turned his head, his dark eyes fixed on the person beside him. She clasped her hands together in front of her forehead, making a devout wish to Buddha, seemingly asking for something with such earnestness.

The sunlight outside rushed in and engulfed the main hall.

A ray of sunlight slanted in and fell precisely on her snow-white profile, making her slender neck, with its fair skin, blush slightly from the sun's rays.

It was so delicate that it seemed to exude a fragrance.

It makes you want to take a small bite, pierce the thin skin with your sharp teeth, and see if any soft, fragrant juices will flow out.

The man's eyes darkened, but he remained calm on the surface. Only after she kowtowed and offered incense did he slowly come to his senses.

Jiang Yue straightened up from the futon. She didn't know if it was because she was "possessed by a ghost" but she felt a gaze that she couldn't shake off was staring at her.

Like a thorn in one's back.

My back feels cold.

Jiang Yue took a deep breath, her courage waning slightly. She gently tugged at the sleeve of the man beside her: "Is this all set? I feel a bit cold in here."

All right.

She actually felt like she was being watched by a ghost.