Anjia stayed by Lanqin's side every day, talking and chatting with her. This made Lanqin feel much more at ease, and her injuries healed faster.

One day, Anjia entered the room and saw Lanqin sitting by the bed. There was a bowl of medicine on the chair next to the bed, and the air was filled with a bitter smell of medicine. However, there was a bunch of flowers by the window, and their fragrance was fresh, which slowly masked the smell of medicine.

Following protocol, Lady Anjia bowed to Lanqin, but Lanqin quickly told her to rise, saying, "There are no outsiders here, Mother, you don't need to do this."

Anjia looked her over and said, "You look good; you should be fully recovered soon."

Lanqin replied, "Luckily, my mother is here to keep me company and keep me company, so I naturally recovered faster."

Anjia sat by the bed, holding her hand, and sighed, "People say that those who survive a great calamity are destined for good fortune. You risked your life to save the Emperor, and when he returns to the palace, he will bestow upon you the title of Imperial Concubine. This is truly a blessing for my family."

Lanqin's face remained expressionless, revealing neither joy nor sorrow. "The matter of bestowing the title of Imperial Concubine is of utmost importance, and it is still difficult to say whether this matter will be accomplished."

Anjia laughed and said, "The person you saved that day is the current emperor, the Son of Heaven. You deserve all of this!"

That day, she suddenly lunged out without considering the consequences, which later led to her hanging by a thread and nearly dying.

Fortunately, she survived. Lanqin smiled slightly but didn't say anything.

With a smile on her face, Anjia said, "I still remember more than ten years ago, when you were still young, I took you to Huangjue Temple to offer incense. The abbot of Huangjue Temple said that your destiny was extremely noble. Now you have entered the palace and are enjoying this immense wealth and honor. You have also saved the emperor's life. Your good fortune is yet to come!"

Lanqin was taken aback, looking at the smile that Anjia couldn't hide on her face, and listening to Anjia say, "Huangjue Temple is a great temple, and the abbot is a high monk. What he said really makes sense. He really hit the nail on the head."

Lanqin thought to herself, Niu Gulu is a large family, and she and Anjia Shi look like they are from a wealthy family. The abbot would naturally not say anything bad about them. He would definitely say the same thing to people like his own family. It's just a charlatan trying to get some money!

Lanqin smiled and said, "If that's what Mother says, then it is."

Anjia didn't see through Lanqin's perfunctory attitude and said, "Now that you have received the Buddha's blessing and fulfilled the vow you made before the Buddha back then, it is time to go and repay the vow."

Lanqin was taken aback, then smiled awkwardly, "I don't need to go, Mother, you can go for me!"

That abbot was just spouting nonsense anyway, and she didn't believe him at all, so why bother going?

But when Anjia saw her like this, she frowned and said reproachfully, "You mustn't say such things. Although it was your mother's wish, it concerns you, so you have to go to show your sincerity."

Seeing that Anjia insisted, Lanqin had no choice but to nod and agree to go together.

After all, Anjia was her mother, and she wholeheartedly hoped that she could live a peaceful life in the palace. She had prayed to Buddha countless times, and she couldn't bear to make Anjia sad.

Seeing that she agreed, Anjia was satisfied. She relaxed her brows and smiled gently, "Then let's get ready. We'll leave in a few days when you're fully recovered!"

Seeing her smile, Lanqin felt a little better. "Yes, Mother, you can make the decision."