Chapter 470 Luo'er knew that he had also been to her past life!

Duan Rongshi gritted his teeth.

His temples swelled up.

If he hadn't been so reluctant to hurt her, he would have crushed her jawbone by now.

"Li Qingluo! You can shut up now!"

"Or, would you like to touch it first to make sure?"

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed her hand.

Li Qingluo screamed in fright and quickly rolled off him, rolling herself to the very back.

"I was just kidding you."

"Since we can't break the vow of celibacy, let's each sleep in one of our beds."

As she spoke, she actually crawled out from under the covers and went to the other end.

The gap in the middle is like a galaxy, wide and far apart.

Duan Rongshi stood up and looked at her. Ha.

With such a small amount of courage, she dares to ask him when they will consummate their marriage?

Just as he was about to turn over and give her a piece of his mind, he heard Li Qingluo say from under the covers, "Ashi, I don't care about the status of a princess or the royal wedding ceremony."

In my heart, you are already my husband.

"Although I was in a daze when I got married, I still remember everything after I was fully awake."

“We have the imperial decree of marriage, and we have already paid our respects to Heaven and Earth, as well as to my grandmother and the others.”

"We are a legally married couple..."

"Besides, you, Prince Su, have already faked your death and escaped. Do you really expect me to have a posthumous marriage?"

"If I keep waiting, I'll become an old maid..."

She is over eighteen.

In a few months, I'll be nineteen.

In Daliang, it is extremely rare for a nineteen-year-old girl to be unmarried and childless. Although Li Qingluo was not in a hurry, she wanted to continue the steps that needed to be taken since she was already married.

Duan Rongshi listened quietly as she spoke in detail.

He only got up and left after she stopped talking.

After a while, the dignified Prince Su returned personally carrying a mattress.

Although Li Qingluo had already fallen into a deep sleep, he still carefully turned her over onto the mattress he had prepared.

After tucking her in, Duan Rong looked at her peaceful sleeping face and softly replied, "Okay, I understand."

However, the night was far from peaceful.

The monks of Ningyuan Temple suffered in silence and were humiliated by Li Qingluo. In the middle of the night, they would bang gongs and chant sutras.

Moreover, it was very close to their south wing.

The languid chanting was incredibly annoying.

They did it on purpose.

Who doesn't know?

Fortunately, Li Qingluo had anticipated that the monks would not give up easily, so before going to bed, he instructed the assassins to keep an eye on the monks' movements.

As soon as the chanting began, Sha Yi led ten people to stand outside the classroom.

He didn't speak, nor did he even knock on the door. His eyes, as cold and sinister as ten pieces of wood, stared at the door.

No matter how strong the monks' resolve was, they couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines when they caught a glimpse of those towering black shadows out of the corner of their eye.

Sure enough, the monks quickly ended the impromptu midnight lesson a short while later.

One by one, they quickly lay down, and only then did the dark figures leave.

After everyone left, Jie Kongqi suddenly sat up.

"Are we really powerless against these people?"

"This is absolutely outrageous!"

“Ningyuan Temple is our territory, but now they’ve taken over. We have to be mindful of their opinions and are completely controlled by them.”

"Not only for ourselves, but where will the abbot and master put their faces after this?"

"Didn't you all see how angry the abbot was when we went to tell him what happened tonight?"

Jiechi: "Yes. The abbot used to be the eldest son of a prominent family in Nan'an."

"After he became a monk and practiced asceticism at Ningyuan Temple, the temple's incense offerings flourished. It was only because of him that the noble families of Nan'an would donate incense here, even though it was a long journey."

“The abbot gave us orphans a home, but we are so useless that he has suffered such humiliation today.”

"It's all our fault, we didn't do a good job!"

He punched the air.

Jiechen sneered, "What's the rush?"

"These bandits will only have a good time when the Second Princess and the others arrive tomorrow!"

The rain stopped at daybreak.

The young monks in the temple have begun cleaning up the burn marks left on the east wing last night.

Although three courtyards were burned down and rendered unusable, fortunately, there were still a few good side rooms.

However, it seems impossible to provide the second princess and her family with more spacious accommodations as before.

Unless, of course, they can drive Li Qingluo and his group away.

The monks came up with another wicked idea. After Li Qingluo had breakfast, she sat down at the table and painted a picture of Guanyin herself.

Duan Rongshi and Qingyangzi were talking in the courtyard when they came in and saw that Li Qingluo had already finished the rough draft.

But he recognized himself at a glance.

"You saw it?"

He wasn't surprised at all, clearly already knowing that the upright Guanyin statue at Ningyuan Temple looked exactly like him.

Li Qingluo: "Actually, that was my mother, wasn't it?"

Duan Rongshi walked over and added a few strokes to the painting.

In an instant, the painting seemed to come alive and became incredibly lifelike.

Li Qinglu felt a little dazed, as if she really saw Zongzheng Qingyue.

"So that's why my mother received so much incense and merit from the world..."

Duan Rongshi: "What did you say?"

This time, he genuinely couldn't hear her mumbled words.

Li Qingluo looked up at Duan Rongshi and finally relented, saying, "Ashi, if I said I had seen my mother, would you believe me?"

Duan Rongshi frowned: "Is it a portrait of my mother?"

"Didn't you already see him?"

In Guiyuan Garden, a portrait of Consort Yue was displayed on the anniversary of her death.

Li Qinglu shook her head abruptly and explained, "When I said 'met,' I meant we actually met face to face, and... I also spent some time with my mother."

Duan Rongshi reached out and touched her forehead.

Li Qingluo hurriedly grasped his hand and then pulled it away: "Did you... visit my past life?"

"Moreover, they even performed a soul-summoning ritual for me at the Li family's residence."

“You ransacked the General’s Mansion, but you spared my grandmother.”

"You also exposed the true colors of Zongzheng Yu'er and the Crown Prince, and decisively eliminated all the hidden dangers from my past life."

“Ah Shi, I saw it all.”

Duan Rongshi's eyes trembled violently.

He reached out and cupped her face in disbelief.

After she woke up, they hastily got married and he left in a hurry.

Upon returning, he began dealing with matters concerning the Witch Moon Cult.

The two of them have never even seriously discussed the truth behind her fainting spell.

It turns out, she really did know everything!

"Luo'er, could it be that you—you really went back too?"

Li Qinglu nodded with tears in her eyes.

"Actually, when you went to the General's Mansion to support me and avenge me, I was right beside you."

“You went into that room and even burned paper money for me outside, and had Qingyangzi set up a ritual. I saw it all.”

"Then I knew that you had also passed through my past life."

Duan Rongshi pulled her tightly into his arms.

"Luo'er, it really is true!"

"They really did treat you that way."

"I truly hate myself for not tearing them all apart!"

"So you came to my side because you died tragically, filled with resentment and anger?"

Li Qinglu shook her head.

"It's because of my mother."