Before dawn on the Ghost Festival, Jiang Yuzhu accompanied her family in a horse-drawn carriage to the Huguo Temple to pray for blessings.

When we were halfway there, it suddenly started to rain.

The rain was so heavy and fast that it made the carriage rattle.

Jiang Yuzhu picked up a cup of hot tea, looking gloomy, and asked Hongli, "How far is it?"

Because of her bad experience in the past, Jiang Yuzhu was afraid of the bamboo forest in Huguo Temple. In addition, it was not suitable for travel according to the lunar calendar, so she backed out.

Hongli opened the car window and looked out. Rain splashed out of the window, wetting the tablecloth on the small table.

Unable to make a final decision, Hongli asked the driver, who replied, "Madam, it will take about a quarter of an hour."

The Ghost Festival is a big day for memorial services. Along the way, we saw many carriages and horses running side by side, all heading towards the Huguo Temple.

Along the way, not a single carriage turned back.

"Madam, today, the high monk from Huguo Temple is giving a Zen lecture. It has not been announced beforehand. Most of those who have come here are those who have heard the news, and they are either wealthy or noble."

Hongxiu squatted down, opened the partition under the bench, and took out two oil-paper umbrellas.

Jiang Yuzhu dozed off, leaning against the car wall, her hands covering her belly. The warmth from her palms comforted her, easing the pain of her bloated lower abdomen. She calculated with her fingers that today was her day.

After finally reaching the foot of the mountain, the wives and daughters of the officials were holding colorful oil-paper umbrellas, and the hems of their skirts were stained with water.

On rainy days, a young novice monk would greet us at the foot of the mountain: "Amitabha, the road is slippery on rainy days, so please be careful of the stone platform under your feet. However, praying in such inclement weather shows your sincerity."

The wind is strong on rainy days, blowing the fallen flowers.

There is water on the steps leading to the Huguo Temple, and if you are not careful, there is a risk of rolling down.

Along the way, there were constant screams from ladies and young ladies, and from time to time someone would fall down, looking messy.

Jiang Yuzhu had a good sense of balance. She sent Hongxiu and Hongjin to support her mother Chen and mother-in-law Shen, while she pulled her sister-in-law Xiao Chen and climbed up holding the handrail. Although their clothes were soaked when they reached the mountain gate, they had a safe journey.

After changing into a set of plain clothes in the prepared room, Jiang Yuzhu went straight to the front hall.

In the temple, the sound of heavy bells rang out, and the echo was long and distant, as if there was a sense of compassion for the world.

The hall is quiet, and the incense burner on the Buddha shrine is already filled with sandalwood, the fragrance is gentle and long-lasting.

Jiang Yuzhu burned incense and knelt down devoutly in front of the cushion. She was not worshipping others, but herself.

Jiang Yuzhu traveled into the book, and she didn't know whether the modern version of her or the original owner was still alive.

Since replacing the original owner, Jiang Yuzhu has had family, sisters, time and money. She lives the life she has always dreamed of and is very content.

She closed her eyes gently and said to herself: I will take good care of your family for you, and I will also take good care of myself, and I will never let the Jiang family get the ending described in the book.

This was the only thought in Jiang Yuzhu's mind. The only person she couldn't take over was the original owner's sweetheart, her cousin Lu Yunxi.

Even though she couldn't speak it out loud, expressing it with her thoughts in front of the Buddha seemed to lift the invisible shackles that had been weighing on her for a long time, making her feel relieved.

Kowtowed again, Jiang Yuzhu silently chanted: "May the soldiers of the north return victorious, may there be no more war in the world, may the Great Qi be peaceful and prosperous, may the people live and work in peace and contentment, have enough food and clothing..."

Jiang Yuzhu is a very small-minded person, and these wishes are made for her family.

At this time, in the side hall next door, Shen had already kowtowed more than ten times and prayed silently: I hope that my son Yuanhe and daughter-in-law Yuzhu will live in harmony and have deep love and affection, so that I can hold my lovely grandson and granddaughter in my arms as soon as possible. If my wish comes true, I am willing to spend the rest of my life doing good deeds and accumulating virtue to repay the Buddha's kindness.

In the distance, another bell sounded.

Jiang Yuzhu was calm and composed, as if her heart had been cleansed.

She walked outside the temple, opened her oil-paper umbrella, and felt a warm current coming from her lower abdomen. This feeling was extremely familiar.

The people of Da Qi believed that women's menstruation was unclean and it would be disrespectful to Buddha if they kept the semen.

Jiang Yuzhu said goodbye to her family and hurried down the mountain with only Hongli.

There were sanitary belts and spare clothes in the carriage. Jiang Yuzhu hurriedly sorted them out and made a cup of brown sugar ginger tea with warm water from the kettle to warm herself.

Hongli packed up his wife's changed clothes and asked, "Madam, where are we going back to?"

"Return to Xie Mansion."

To appear pious, Chen and Shen stayed in the Huguo Temple for seven days to worship Buddha, eat vegetarian food, and copy scriptures.

There was no master in the Xie Mansion, so Jiang Yuzhu had to go back to take charge of the situation.

Halfway through the journey, the carriage suddenly slowed down.

Jiang Yuzhu was shaken awake and squinted her eyes and asked, "What's going on?"

The driver wiped the rain from his face, looked ahead intently, and exclaimed in surprise, "Madam, there's an overturned carriage ahead, with someone lying on the ground, and the driver is nowhere to be found."

It was raining heavily and the man was lying on the ground motionless, his life or death unknown.

There was a depression nearby where puddles of water had accumulated.

If the person is still alive, he or she may unfortunately drown while unconscious.

When Hongli heard that only a woman had fallen to the ground, he hurriedly opened the car window and looked out.

This sight was so shocking that Hongli gasped and said, "Madam, the woman lying on the ground seems..."

"Like what?"

Jiang Yuzhu sat up straight and woke up instantly, no longer feeling sleepy at all.

Hongli tried to lean out of the window. The person was wearing a lavender dress, and the butterfly on the hem of the dress was half covered by mud and water, making it look not very real.

"It looks like Miss Zhao!"

Hongli remembered that Zhao Fendie had made an appointment with his wife to meet at Huguo Temple, but he had not shown up for a long time. Could something have happened?

Jiang Yuzhu's head buzzed and she felt a chill all over her body.

The carriage overturned. Where was the driver? Where were the two maids, Biyun and Biyue? Why was Zhao Fendie the only one to fall to the ground? Why didn't passersby notice it for so long?

Was it an accident, or was it the barbarian's deliberate revenge?

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