It was almost noon, the sun was shining brightly in the sky, the air was filled with heat, and even the leaves were wilting and curling up.

Jiang Yuzhu was sitting in the carriage, taking a nap with her eyes closed. When she noticed the carriage had stopped and the surroundings were in chaos, she casually asked, "What's going on up ahead?"

The widest street in the capital can accommodate more than a dozen carriages passing side by side without causing congestion.

Hongli got off the carriage to inquire, and after a while ran back and said, "How could you forget? Today is the day Zhao Zhe was exiled, and every family in the capital came to watch the fun!"

There were so many onlookers that the carriage had blocked the road and could not pass for a while.

Jiang Yuzhu stretched her legs and said, "Let's go and see what's going on!"

Jia Xinglin is not a good person, and Zhao Zhe is a fool for being simple-minded and being exploited. They are both not wronged.

Hongli asked curiously, "Miss, do you think Wei Jing will come to see you off?"

Almost every high-ranking family in the capital sent people to wait and see, probably because of the Wei family's attitude.

Hong Xiu also said, "Zhao Zhe would rather be exiled than implicate Wei Jing. No matter how much the Zhao family tried to persuade him, he didn't reveal a single word."

Zhao Zhe felt sorry for many people, but he loved Wei Jing deeply.

Being exiled to a bitter and cold place in shackles, if no one takes care of you along the way, you will be in danger of death.

Jiang Yuzhu curled her lips sarcastically: "Of course Wei Jing won't come. If she came, wouldn't it be confirmed that she was the one who ordered Zhao Zhe to kill people?"

The image that Prime Minister Wei has created over the years is so good that even when evidence is presented to him many times, there are still people in the capital who defend him.

In the open space ahead, the officers were ready to go.

Zhao Zhe was dressed in rags and looked haggard. He stared at the crowd, looking for a familiar figure.

After waiting for half an hour, the officer had already struck the gong, but the person he wanted to see still did not appear.

There was a commotion in the crowd. Zhao Fendie was holding a package with an indifferent expression. "Now that I'm not a member of the Zhao family, you might not recognize me as your cousin. But since you were kind to me when we were little, I'll give you a ride."

Zhao Fendie gave the official some silver as a bribe, and there were also several common medicines in the package. This was all she could do.

"Cousin, you could have had a bright future. Was it worth it to sacrifice yourself for the evil-hearted Wei Jing? You really can't make sense. I hope you'll think carefully about this while you're in exile. If you make it to the North alive in the future, be a good person."

Zhao Fendie said what she wanted to say, turned around and left. She had done her best.

"It's time to get going!"

Zhao Zhe was reluctant to leave, and the officer whipped him several times. "Master Zhao, you're a prisoner, and you're still acting so arrogant?"

"Master Zhao, Miss Wei sent someone to tell you that she has already made arrangements and will not let you suffer too much."

Another officer appeared, stopped the whip and whispered.

Zhao Zhe's face was bitter, and it took him a long while to find his voice, hoarse as a broken gong: "Jing'er is not coming?"

If he died on the road to exile, this would be the last time the two of them met, and it would be Zhao Zhe's only last thought.

The officer couldn't help laughing: "It's inconvenient."

Now the identities and status of the two are very different. One is a prisoner, and the other is the daughter of the Prime Minister of Wei. The difference is like heaven and earth.

Zhao Zhe raised his head and laughed until tears came out: "Wei Jing, how could you treat me like this!"

From the beginning to the end, he was the big fool who was played around by others.

I had hope for Wei Jing several times, but in the end, I was left with only despair.

Zhao Zhe was so grief-stricken that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, the officer quickly covered his mouth and dragged Zhao Zhe into the cart.

Then, under the gaze of the chaotic crowd, the team moved further and further away.

Jiang Yuzhu had witnessed the entire process, her eyes expressionless: "So they say that deep love doesn't last long, and trusting the wrong person won't end well."

What love and affection? It's too luxurious.

Hongli thought of Xie Zhao, who had been performing well recently, and asked, "Madam, if you don't believe in love, what do you believe in?"

"I believe in Buddhism."

Jiang Yuzhu clasped her hands together and silently chanted Amitabha.

This time when she went to Huguo Temple, considering that she had too many enemies, she had to ask for a peace amulet and then bring back the magic tools to protect her home.

Shen was standing aside, smiling and saying, "It's good to believe in Buddhism. Good marriages are all arranged by the Buddha."

What should I do? Shen, the mother-in-law, works so hard, but every time she creates an opportunity, her son always holds her back!

In the afternoon, the convoy finally arrived at Huguo Temple.

Huguo Temple is a century-old temple located halfway up the mountain.

The mountain road is winding, with strange rocks on both sides. Going up along the man-made stone platform, after walking a few hundred meters, you can see the golden glazed tiles hidden among the ancient trees.

The main gate of Huguo Temple is filled with the smoke of incense, and pilgrims coming to worship Buddha can be seen everywhere.

Seeing Chen taking the lead, the monk in charge of reception hurried forward to greet her.

Chen took a deep breath and said to her daughter, "Yuzhu, please help me add some money for the incense and draw a fortune stick."

The oracle sticks from Huguo Temple are well-known in the capital, and are extremely effective whether used for asking questions or fortune-telling.

There was a monk leading the way in front. Before Jiang Yuzhu entered the main hall, a familiar face came up to her.

Lu Yunxi folded up her folding fan with a click, her eyes filled with indifference and laziness as she smiled faintly, "Cousin, what a coincidence."

Today's encounter was not a coincidence on his part but something he had to do. He didn't expect to meet Jiang Yuzhu at the Huguo Temple.

Jiang Yuzhu nodded perfunctorily, saying hello: "Cousin, I still have to go draw lots, so I'll go first!"

"Cousin, you..."

Lu Yunxi stood there, looking at Jiang Yuzhu's fleeing back, and shook his head helplessly.

What he meant was that his cousin was going in the wrong direction.

Here, Jiang Yuzhu finally got rid of the bad peach blossom, but found herself lost.

The Huguo Temple covers a large area, and the rear hall is intricately built, like a maze.

Hongli suddenly remembered and said, "Madam, this is not a bad thing. I heard that there is a nearly 100-year-old master in Huguo Temple. He usually retreats to worship Buddha. Only those who are destined can see him!"

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