He had just been punished by the emperor and was disliked by Emperor Daizong. Now others were busy hiding from him, so who would want to see him?

Anle Hou was puzzled, his eyes glared, "Who is it?"

Before the servant could reply, a gentle male voice floated over: "It's been a long time since we last met. Why do you look so miserable now, Lord?"

This voice...

Marquis Anle gasped and looked at the person who came.

The man had a heavy brow and lowered eyes, his hands clasped together, and he walked slowly and peacefully. He was wearing a fiery red cassock, had a compassionate face, and held Buddhist beads in his hands.

It was the second prince who asked to go to Yuhua Temple to worship the ancient Buddha and the green lamps.

He actually came back?

Marquis Anle withdrew his gaze, patted his wife who was still crying, and signaled her to go down first.

The wife of Marquis Anle understood the priorities. She wiped her tears with a handkerchief, performed her greetings, and slowly walked towards the inner room.

Marquis Anle watched her back, a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth: "Second Prince, you are joking. Thunder, lightning, rain and dew are all the emperor's grace, how can there be any misery."

He snorted again, "If you are here to laugh at me, Second Prince, please go back. My temple is too small to accommodate a giant like you."

The master had spoken, and the servants in the mansion immediately surrounded him.

The Second Prince, Xiao Chuji, bowed slightly, his eyes full of compassion. "Amitabha, Your Majesty has misunderstood. I came down the mountain to help Your Majesty."

Marquis Anle lowered his eyes and looked over. A gentle breeze blew, and his clothes fluttered, giving him a sense of holiness.

Marquis Anle's pupils trembled slightly as he was lost in thought.

Xiao Chuji chuckled lightly, his eyes calm and smiling: "My Lord, there is no need to be so wary of me. Since I have left home, I have no chance of becoming an emperor. Moreover, there is another hidden reason behind this matter, my Lord..."

Marquis Anle suddenly looked up at him.

Xiao Chuji looked at his shocked expression and said slowly, "My Lord, don't you doubt that if Third Miss Jiang really had the medical skills to cure He Yanting, then why would her eldest brother Jiang Zhaorong still be sitting in that wheelchair?"

Marquis Anle's chest rose and fell. Of course he understood such a simple truth!

But the problem is that He Yanting did stand up in front of everyone and could walk normally!

Unless... He Yanting's leg had healed long ago, and he deliberately conspired with Jiang Zhiyu to lure his son into the trap!

That shouldn't be the case. Not to mention how they got together, what's the point of setting such a trap?

As if understanding his doubts, Xiao Chuji twirled his Buddhist beads and walked forward step by step, while the servants surrounding him retreated step by step.

Marquis Anle waved his hand and the servants withdrew. Xiao Chuji leaned over and a low voice poured into his ears, becoming clearer and clearer.

He said, "Miss Jiang San is possessed by a demon."

Marquis Anle's pupils suddenly shrank.

absurd!

This was the first thought in his mind.

Because of his injuries, he could only force himself to move to the side. "The talk about gods and ghosts is nonsense! Xiao Chuji, even if you are a prince, if such words spread out, the emperor will not let you off easily!"

As if hearing something extremely ridiculous, Xiao Chuji laughed out loud, his laughter full of sarcasm: "I thought the Marquis was a smart man, but after seeing him today, he is nothing more than that."

Marquis Anle's face was grim. Xiao Chuji spoke slowly, "If His Majesty truly detested these things, then why did temples and Taoist temples still exist in Tianqi? Why would he agree to my becoming a monk? Is it simply because I'm a prince, his son?"

His eyes were sinister. "No, it's because he needs a reason, a legitimate reason to go to the temple!"

Marquis Anle was speechless, looking at Xiao Chuji with a crazy expression.

Xiao Chuji took a deep breath, and in just a moment, his crazy expression transformed into the compassion he had when Marquis Anle first saw him.

"Amitabha, I have said too much. In short, this is all I can say. If you believe me, please send someone to my house. If you don't believe me, just pretend that I have never been here."

After he finished speaking, he left. Anle Hou looked at his back and slowly closed his eyes.

…

In the elegant courtyard, a "swish" sound was heard from the bamboo forest. Jiang Kang'an stood there with a sword in his hand. He gripped the hilt, feeling the cold and familiar touch from his fingertips. He took a deep breath to calm the excitement in his heart.

[Wow, is this the look of affection towards the sword in the novel? Seeing is believing!]

[The eyes are filled with mixed emotions: excitement, suspicion, regret, fear...]

Jiang Kangan: “…”

He looked up helplessly at Jiang Zhiyu beside him, and the sadness in his heart was destroyed by the words she blurted out.

Are his eyes some kind of kaleidoscope, so many emotions!

He made a sword move with the tip of the sword pointing upwards. Even though he hadn't practiced swordplay for so many years, every move was familiar to him.

Each swing of the sword was filled with power and grace, the sword flashing like stars in the night sky, beautiful and deadly.

But for some reason, Jiang Zhiyu always felt that his body would stagnate for a moment at certain times.

[Is it still not healed? This shouldn't be the case. There's nothing wrong now. Could it be a psychological problem?]

Jiang Kangan sighed helplessly.

It's all because of you. Every time I swing my sword, I say in my heart, "Great, great, perfect..."

And similar words kept ringing in my ears.

But he didn't find it noisy.

Hearing his sister's concern for his health, Jiang Kangan felt a warm current in his heart.

My sister is so nice, I have always misunderstood her before.

He put away his sword, his tone full of smiles: "Let's have dinner here today, big brother. Whatever you want to eat, big brother will make it for you."

Although the saying goes that a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen, there is no such rule in the Jiang family.

Jiang Zhiyu's eyes lit up: "I want to eat meat!"

Since traveling through time, Jiang Zhiyu has been eating meat for every meal. Whenever she has a meal, she would rather eat meat than vegetables. For the sake of her health, Xu Youran strictly regulated her meat intake. If anyone dared to feed her secretly, Xu Youran would drive that person out of the house.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't want to make things difficult for the hard-working workers, so he could only eat the little meat every day.

There is a lot of stored meat in her space, but she doesn't know how to cook it. Others are like a good cook who can't cook without rice, but for her, it's just the opposite.

Now that Jiang Zhaorong has brought it up, she certainly won't let it go!

She quickly ordered a long list of items from the menu, such as: Embroidered Lamb, Red Braised Chicken, Stir-fried Rabbit, Goose Starch Skewers, etc., then she pulled Jiang Zhaorong's clothes and stared at him with her clear eyes.

She didn’t know when the next meal would come after this one, so she had to put it away in advance and eat it slowly!

Jiang Kangan didn't mind the trouble, but when he looked at his skinny little sister, his delicate eyebrows frowned: "There's so much, can you finish it?"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded hurriedly, hugged his waist and acted coquettishly: "Brother, you don't know, I haven't had any meat for several days! It's all the old lady's fault!"

Um?

Jiang Kangan touched her head and asked, "Did she give you a hard time?"