Chapter 280 Return home.

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Qing'an took care of Cuizhu Garden. The monks were frightened by Shen An'an last time, so they were very obedient at this time and did not approach the courtyard.

Only the abbot was left with a sad face, but Xiao Yuan insisted, so in order to avoid innocent people being involved, he had no choice but to acquiesce.

When Xiao Yuan returned to the Zen room, Shen Anan was still sleeping soundly with the quilt in her arms. He took off his outer robe, lay down beside her quietly, and gently stroked her eyebrows.

Maybe he brought the cold air from outside, or maybe his hands were a little cold, Shen Anan hid back and huddled himself into the quilt.

He was afraid of waking her up, so he stopped moving and just stared at her deeply.

Shen Anan just felt very sleepy.

In the early morning, the sunlight shone through the window lattice onto the bed, reflecting on her little face, and everything in front of her eyes was white.

She turned her head away, then slowly opened her eyes.

"Mo Xiang, what time is it?"

"Princess, it's one o'clock in the morning. Do you want to get up?"

"It's so late." Shen Anan muttered and stretched out her hand. Mo Xiang immediately stepped forward to help her up.

She got out of bed, changed her clothes and washed herself. She glanced at the bed and paused for a moment. "What about him? Didn't he rest in the meditation room last night?"

Mo Xiang paused, lowered his head and said, "My son-in-law left at dawn and went to the bamboo garden in the backyard."

"What are we going there for?" She sat down on the stool and let Mo Xiang tie her hair.

Mo Xiang didn't want to tell Shen An'an, fearing that it would scare her, but she also thought that the prince's wife would know sooner or later, so she had to lower her voice and said as calmly as possible, "Master Wen Yin... hanged himself. The son-in-law suspected that it was murder, so he asked Qing'an to return to the capital to transfer a coroner to perform an autopsy."

Shen Anan turned her head suddenly, and Mo Xiang accidentally pulled out a lot of her hair. She was immediately startled, "Prince Consort..."

Shen Anan didn't care to cry out in pain, and asked anxiously, "What did you say, Master Wen Yin is dead?"

Mo Xiang nodded.

The princess still remembers Wen Yin!

Shen Anan frowned, she absolutely didn’t believe that a person with such profound Buddhist knowledge would hang himself.

After changing her clothes and washing up, she hurriedly ate a few bites of breakfast and was about to go to the backyard. Qingfeng hurriedly stopped her, "Princess, there are frequent incidents in Xiangjue Temple, and the master will not let you leave."

But how could Shen Anan be assured, "Just bring your people and follow me."

After saying that, she hurried down the stairs and left the yard. Qingfeng had no choice but to follow her quickly.

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Green bamboo garden.

Shen Anan didn't see anyone else along the way and entered the yard unimpeded. Then he saw a figure standing upright in the house. He was standing on the steps with his back to the light. A middle-aged man carrying a box on his back was reporting something to him.

Hearing the noise, he glanced sideways, and seeing it was her, his stern expression relaxed a little, and he extended his hand to her.

Shen Anan quickly stepped forward and held it, looking at the middle-aged man opposite.

"Are you sure he died by suicide?"

"Your Highness, I am certain that the master did not have any fatal injuries and died of suffocation."

However, Xiao Yuan still didn't quite believe it. He asked the coroner to leave and told Qing'an to go back to the capital to invite him.

"Master." Qing'an looked embarrassed. "The coroner just now was borrowed by the Imperial Clan Bureau. He is already the most famous in the whole capital."

If he couldn't see it, then Wen Yin must have really committed suicide and became an immortal.

Xiao Yuan frowned tightly.

Shen Anan knew what he was thinking, and tightened their hands, saying, "He is a person from the outside world, and he does not fight with the world, so he should not have any enemies."

Anxiety rose in Xiao Yuan's eyes, and his expression became colder.

Wen Yin's death undoubtedly put him and An An in a desperate situation.

Shen Anan was silent for a few breaths, and ordered Qing An, "Let everyone withdraw. Since the person is gone, let him rest in peace as soon as possible."

Qing'an glanced at Xiao Yuan and agreed.

As soon as the abbot was informed of the news, he immediately brought people over, and naturally there was no lack of wailing and regret.

The abbot personally chanted sutras for him and sent him to the top of the mountain for burial in the evening. The ceremony was extremely simple. The abbot only lit a perpetual lamp for him in the hall, and all the monks sat in silence for two hours.

When Shen Anan and his group left, it was already dark.

Xiao Yuan originally wanted to stay one night before leaving, but Shen Anan was unwilling to stay any longer, so she took the tablet of Concubine Shu from Mo Xiang's arms.

"My mother's spirit tablet is still waiting to be repaired, so we should go back quickly. I can't sleep well here, and I feel a little scared."

In fact, she was worried.

The secret guard who was tracking the three woodcutters came back to report that the three men were killed in the woods beside the official road not long after they left. He was alone for fear of alerting the enemy and did not dare to act rashly.

It is impossible that those people would just burn down the main hall to cause trouble for them. There must be other tricks waiting for them. How could they waste time in Xiangjue Temple?

Xiao Yuan raised his hand and held her in his arms, caressing her head lovingly, "Okay, let's go back then."

On the way down the mountain, it started to drizzle. The drizzle was not heavy, but the road was a bit slippery. We were already halfway down the mountain, and it was impossible to go back.

Xiao Yuan supported Shen Anan tightly, while Shen Anan held the tablet tightly in his arms. The mountain road was rugged and difficult to walk on, and it took them a full hour to get down the mountain.

As for Xiao Yuan and Qing'an, their bodies were already soaked.

They gave their outer robes to Shen Anan and Mo Xiang. Fortunately, the two frail and delicate people were not wet by the rain.

In the carriage, Shen Anan watched Mo Xiang take off Qing'an's outer robe, carefully shook off the water droplets on it, and then leaned out to look out the window, probably looking for Qing'an.

"Why, are you heartbroken?" Xiao Yuan had already changed his clothes, and Shen Anan half leaned on him, saying with a smile.

Mo Xiang blushed immediately, and quickly lowered the curtain and sat down, "No, no, I just want to return the clothes to him."

Shen Anan chuckled.

There have been many twists and turns in the mansion these days, and she had never paid attention to the two of them. She didn't know when they became so intimate.

Xiao Yuan, "He grew up in the wind and snow since he was young, so this little bit of rain is nothing to him."

Qing'an and Qingfeng have followed him since they were young. What the three of them have experienced is far more than just this suffering.

Mo Xiang silently lowered his head and muttered softly, "That was out of helplessness. No one takes suffering as a normal thing."

Shen Anan laughed, raised her eyes and glanced at Xiao Yuan, "My maid is very distressed, my husband must compensate me with your confidant."

Mo Xiang's face turned red with embarrassment, but with Xiao Yuan around, she didn't dare to act recklessly. She just stamped her feet and turned away.

Xiao Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at the woman's charming smile, a complex expression flashed across his eyes, "What did Madam call me?"

"Husband." She said as a matter of course.

After getting married, what else can you call me if not husband?

"Any questions?"

"No." He held her in his arms, "Madam, your call sounds nice. I want to hear it more."

Shen Anan glared at him and punched his chest lightly.

Xiao Yuan chuckled and lowered his eyes to hide the expression in his eyes.

In the past, no matter how deep their love was, she seldom called him husband, but mostly addressed him by his name.

Now, she called him "husband" in a gentle and obedient manner, speaking softly, but her eyes no longer had the shyness and coquettishness she had before, and only respect and dependence on her husband remained.

After all, there are some differences.

But she was fine in his arms, and he shouldn't be too greedy. As long as she was alive and well, that was enough.

Even if you don't remember, I just remember loving you.

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The carriage slowly moved away from the official road.

Halfway up the mountain, a trembling figure in a black cloak slowly walked out from behind a tree, holding an iron sledgehammer in his hand. He took a deep look at the departing carriage, turned around and walked up the mountain very slowly.

Perhaps because he was exhausted, he had to rest after walking a few steps. It took him an hour and a half to reach Xiangjue Temple. However, he did not stop, but continued forward along the rugged mountain road.

That is where Wen Yin’s body is buried today.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, pouring on the cloak and then sliding down from the cloak. A small part of it fell on the ground, and a small part splashed under the cloak. Water kept dripping down from the old face.

Finally, he came to the grave, bent down and began to dig the soil without saying a word.

The old body seemed to have endless strength as it swung at the soil again and again until a red lacquered wooden coffin was revealed.

It was late at night and everything was dark all around. The rain poured on the coffin, washing away a lot of dirt. The occasional chirping of insects added a bit of life to the dead place.

But it still made people's scalps tingle. The monk seemed to be unaware of it. He threw away the catapult and jumped down. He pushed the coffin open with great effort, revealing a corpse with a purple, green and yellow face lying inside.

"I warned you long ago that the royal family is complicated, but you insisted on getting involved. Now you can't live in peace." He lifted his body out of the coffin, took out a hat from somewhere and put it on him, muttering complaints.

The corpse suddenly coughed violently a few times, and the sound was hoarse and unpleasant, as if the throat was strangled. "Thank you, Senior Brother. This is also a very bad plan. After all, there are so many lives in Xiangjue Temple, and we can't afford to lose anything."

"If you had known this earlier, why did you do it in the first place?" He shook his head and pulled Wen Yin out of the coffin. "If you had known this earlier, why did you insist on getting involved? You just can't change your habit of meddling in other people's affairs."

Wen Yin smiled bitterly upon hearing this and said, "Now I have really run out of ideas. What else can I do but this?"

If he told that person that he had no choice, he would probably become even crazier than that donor Shen! ! !

It doesn't matter if he's the only one, but Xiangjue Temple can't afford to compensate for the thousands of lives.

"Amitabha, monks do not tell lies." The abbot glared at him, "Junior brother, you have lied to me again and broke your vows."

The abbot was helpless about Wen Yin's trick of faking his own death and secretly moving forward.

Wen Yin said, "A lie about doing good deeds is not considered a lie. This is what Donor Xiao told Lao Na."

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It was raining, and the carriage was driving very slowly for fear of overturning due to bumps and jolts. The journey, which was supposed to take an hour and a half, took two and a half hours before arriving at the Fourth Prince's Palace.

This had no effect on Shen Anan because she had already fallen asleep in the carriage.

It was still raining outside, so Xiao Yuan asked the housekeeper to prepare a sedan chair and carry the person back to Wutong Garden.

Shen Anan turned around uneasily, opened her eyes to look at Xiao Yuan, then closed them again and continued to sleep.