Her husband and future son-in-law are both on the battlefield, and she wants to pray for them both.

Xiao Qingyin is not a Buddhist, but she is happy to support the idea of ​​going to the temple to pray to the gods and Buddhas to put the elders at ease.

He then said, "Okay, let's go together."

The three of them then boarded a carriage from the general's residence and went there.

Just as she arrived at the foot of Hanshan Temple, before she even got out of the car, Xiao Qingyin heard a familiar voice.

"Get out of my way! If you don't move, I'll have my dad report you!"

"Tch." A cynical voice rang out, "Go ahead and impeach him. Do you think our Xuan Yi Marquis's mansion is afraid of him? I suggest you obediently get on my carriage, or I'll become ruthless and even scare myself."

"You're dreaming! -- Ah! What are you doing? Let go!"

Xiao Qingyin immediately lifted the carriage curtain and got out of the car.

All that could be seen was Zuo Miaomiao being grabbed by the arm by a wicked and arrogant young man, struggling incessantly.

Just as she was about to make a move, Fu Weiyun beat her to it, flicking a pebble at the young man's arm. The young man winced in pain and released Zuo Miaomiao's hand.

Zuo Miaomiao immediately ran towards Xiao Qingyin.

Are you alright?

Xiao Qingyin asked her.

"I'm fine." Zuo Miaomiao looked relieved. "Thank goodness for you all, thank you so much."

Who is that?

Xiao Qingyin raised her chin at the young man.

Zuo Miaomiao pouted.

"The heir apparent of the Marquis of Xuanyi".

Xiao Qingyin was surprised.

"Isn't he dead?"

"This is the newly appointed one; he was originally the second young master of the Marquis of Xuanyi's mansion."

Xiao Qingyin was speechless for a moment.

The people in this mansion are all rotten to the core; they're all the same.

As the two were talking, the heir of the Marquis of Xuanyi surrounded them with a dozen or so servants.