"Ningmeng." The Prime Minister's wife walked over and interrupted her playing the flute.

Huang Ningmeng's interest was instantly ruined. She stopped playing the flute, turned to look at her, and said indifferently, "Mother."

"Ningmeng, this is a Buddhist temple. We shouldn't disturb its tranquility. Let's go back to our rooms and worship the Buddha," the Prime Minister's wife gently advised.

"Hmph." Huang Ningmeng snorted coldly, twirled the jade flute in her hand, put it behind her back, and walked towards her room, not wanting to say a word to her.

The Prime Minister's wife was a little embarrassed, but after so many years, she had gotten used to it and gave Hongyan a wink.

Hongyan nodded and followed.

Upon hearing the Prime Minister's wife's voice, the young men outside the wall all sighed with regret. This was the first time they had ever heard Miss Huang play the flute; such an event was a rare treat.

The scholar breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the young lady had stopped playing the flute.

Miss, returning to your room is the right choice. How can we let these vulgar people continue to pollute your ears?

The monks who had stopped to listen to the music hurriedly ran to the abbot's meditation room.

The Prime Minister's wife returned to her room, her face becoming grave.

This girl doesn't usually show off her talents, but she did at this moment. With so many young masters hearing this, won't her past bad reputation become a thing of the past?

That's right, all of Huang Ningmeng's bad reputation was spread by her.

She wanted to ruin Huang Ningmeng's reputation and prevent her from marrying into a good family.

But now her song has broken the silence. From now on, matchmakers will be lining up at the Prime Minister's residence to propose marriage.

The Prime Minister's wife had a headache just thinking about it.

She needs to think of another way to deal with this girl.

The Prime Minister's wife rested her forehead on her fingers and closed her eyes to rest.

In the afternoon, the abbot came to see Huang Ningmeng and asked her to play another tune.

Huang Ningmeng was not a Buddhist, but the abbot was so sincere that she agreed.

Before playing, she took a moment to prepare herself emotionally.

Then, with a compassionate and peaceful mood that transcended the mundane world, he played a tune called "The Mantra for Eliminating Disasters and Bringing Good Fortune".

After listening, the abbot nodded approvingly, "Benefactor Huang has great wisdom. If you devote yourself to Buddhist practice, the realm you will reach in the future will surely far surpass that of this old monk."

"Abbot, would you like to hear me sing another song?" Huang Ningmeng said with a smile.

"I would like to hear."

Huang Ningmeng gathered her emotions once more and began to play.

Upon hearing the first sound, the abbot was slightly startled.

Then, the sound of the flute seemed like ten thousand horses galloping, and warriors on the battlefield were shouting, with swords and spears clashing.

The grand scene seemed to suddenly appear before my eyes, stirring up my blood and making my whole body tremble.

Surrounded by enemies on all sides, with ambushes everywhere, and the sky darkening, we dared not be afraid in the slightest, and could only charge forward with all our might.

For survival, for victory!

The soldiers fought fiercely until they were exhausted and covered in cuts, finally carving a bloody path to cover their commander's escape.

...

When the music ended, the abbot had some sweat on his forehead, and his hand trembled slightly as he wiped it away.

Huang Ningmeng toyed with the jade flute, looking at the abbot with a playful smile, "Master, what do you think?"

The abbot sighed, “You are not a hermit, yet you are carefree and understand things that ordinary people cannot. If you were born a man, you would surely be a hero.”

"The abbot is an outsider; can't he see that all beings in this world are equal?" Huang Ningmeng asked with a smile.

"Although I am a layman, I eat the food of a layman. This old monk is indeed sometimes unable to escape worldly desires, and I am not as insightful as you, benefactor." The abbot smiled helplessly.

"The equality of all beings lies only in life and death. As long as people are alive, there is inequality. Some are born with a silver spoon in their mouths, while others are born to eat chaff and wild vegetables. Does the Abbot agree with this?" Huang Ningmeng's smile did not diminish.

“What you say is correct.”

"Many people know this saying, but few truly understand it. There is nothing wrong with striving for power and profit; the wrong lies in acting against one's conscience, betraying one's conscience, and abandoning one's virtue. Does the abbot agree?"

"What exactly do you want to say, benefactor?" the abbot asked slowly.

"Actually, when I ask the abbot, am I not also asking my own heart?" Huang Ningmeng stood up, lifted her skirt, twirled in front of the abbot, and asked with a smile, "Master, am I beautiful?"

“You are naturally beautiful.”

Huang Ningmeng walked back and sat down, saying, "Master is indeed a master of virtue. Although your eyes are looking at me, your mind is completely pure. You are praising me, but you are also talking about the beauty of living beings."

"donor……"

The abbot and Huang Ningmeng went back and forth, their conversation always heading in a more profound direction.

Hongyan is Huang Ningmeng's maid. Although she is literate, she knows very little about profound principles.

She seemed to understand what the two were saying, yet she didn't quite grasp it at all.

She disliked this feeling because at that moment, she clearly sensed Huang Ningmeng's inherent noble temperament.

That kind of temperament is innate; no matter how hard she tries, she can never be like her.

Hongyan grew increasingly resentful. She was the daughter of the Prime Minister's wife, so why was Huang Ningmeng a young lady while she was relegated to the status of a maid?

Sensing Hongyan's emotions, Huang Ningmeng sighed softly.

The abbot seemed to sense the unusual atmosphere here, but he didn't ask any further questions. After learning about Zen principles, he took his leave.

"Hongyan, are you blind? Can't you see that I've been talking for so long? You're just standing there like a block of wood, and I have to pour you tea myself!"

Huang Ningmeng's sharp gaze pierced through Hongyan's heart.

Hongyan's face turned pale, and she instinctively knelt down. "Miss, spare me! I didn't mean to!"

"Oh?" Huang Ningmeng poured herself a cup of tea and drank it, letting her continue kowtowing.

Even with her forehead red from kowtowing, Hongyan dared not stop, fearing further punishment. Huang Ningmeng had become increasingly unpredictable lately.

Huang Ning dreamt that her forehead was bleeding, and knew that it was almost time. "Alright, stop now, go and brew me a pot of good tea."

"Yes, Miss." Hongyan, holding the teapot, wiped away her tears and retreated.

"Tsk tsk." The ring was examined with great interest. "Master, you just startled me."

“She wears her heart on her sleeve. If we don’t teach her a lesson, how will she ever learn?” Huang Ningmeng said.

"Master, if you were a maid, would you willingly endure such mistreatment?" the ring asked.

“The safflower is my answer.”

"Huh?" the ring asked, puzzled.

"I'd rather be a mountain king than a slave to someone." With her skills, what couldn't she do? Why would she demean herself by being a maid?

"Wow, as expected of my master, well said!" The ring applauded for her.

...

Hongyan, carrying the teapot, did not go to the kitchen first, but went to the Prime Minister's wife first.

When the Prime Minister's wife saw that her forehead was covered in blood, she quickly pulled her into her arms and wiped the blood away with a handkerchief, calling her "my darling," "my darling."

"My son, who hurt you?"

"Yes, it's Miss." Hongyan's tears fell in a stream, she was extremely aggrieved.

The Prime Minister's wife looked on with heartache, "She still made a move against you in the end. I need to find a chance to resolve your situation first."