Huang Ningmeng smiled. "She won't hand me over."

Unless she still wants to be the Prime Minister's wife.

Given the Prime Minister's doting nature towards his daughter, he would surely inquire about her if anything were to happen to her. Even if the Prime Minister's wife wanted to hide it, she couldn't fool him.

In the original story, Huang Ningmeng brought this upon herself, which is why the Prime Minister chose to let the matter rest.

But things are different now. She didn't intentionally try to kill herself, so the Prime Minister's wife didn't dare to touch her.

"Miss, I'm sorry, it was Rongyin who spoke out of turn." Rongyin bit her lip, feeling very remorseful.

“Rongyin, you don’t need to apologize. You’re right. If I weren’t favored by my father today, she would hand me over without hesitation,” Huang Ningmeng said.

Rongyin looked at her in astonishment.

Huang Ningmeng stood up, walked to the pavilion, and looked at the beautiful flowers outside. "The longer you stay by my side, the more deceit and treachery you will witness. Do you blame me for bringing you to my side?"

Rongyin shook her head vigorously and stood up. "What are you saying, Miss? You taught me to read, taught me to see through people's hearts, and even promoted me from a lowly maid. If I were to blame you for this kindness, I would be inhuman!"

"Good Rongyin, I didn't misjudge you back then." Huang Ningmeng leaned against the pillar and smiled with relief.

"Master, your ability to educate people is as powerful as ever." The ring clicked its tongue in admiration, having watched Rongyin gradually fall for him.

"Shut up! You've ruined all the emotions I've worked so hard to build up." Huang Ningmeng was speechless.

"Hehe, Master, I've been holding back for so long," the ring said with a grin.

Huang Ningmeng sighed, having already let him go in her heart.

The monks weren't in the mood to cook lunch, and they only started cooking after the abbot personally instructed them to.

Seeing the monks like this, he couldn't help but sigh.

Monks should be able to see through life and death, but they are still young, unlike this old man who has lived to a ripe old age and is ready to die.

The abbot walked and walked until he came to the small courtyard. Seeing that there were no guards at the gate, he went inside.

He came to find Huang Ningmeng; for some reason, he felt she might have a solution.

The abbot even thought that he might be getting senile.

Huang Ningmeng was reading in her room when she heard his footsteps and was somewhat surprised.

When the abbot came in, he did not discuss scriptures and doctrines with her as he had done last time.

Huang Ningmeng naturally knew why he had come, so she wasn't surprised.

Seeing her so calm and composed, the abbot admitted that he was not as good as her.

The two talked for an entire afternoon. Rongyin poured several cups of tea for them, and the abbot took his leave as it was getting dark.

At this moment, the east wing was in complete chaos.

The Prime Minister's wife paced anxiously around the room. She sent several people who knew how to swim to sneak out by water, but there was still no news.

Is this going to drive her crazy with worry?

"Madam, please calm down."

"It's already like this, how can you expect me to stay calm?!" The Prime Minister's wife pointed at Huang Ningmeng's room through the wall and said, "She's completely fine, all day long, looking so composed, as if those bandits outside don't exist. Those bandits were all after her!"

"Oh my lady, please keep your voice down, it wouldn't be good if she heard you." Ge Man wanted to shut her up.

"My life is almost over, do you think I'm afraid of letting her hear this?" The Prime Minister's wife almost cried as she thought of all the years of forbearance she had endured.

"Madam, perhaps they've already gone out? They just don't have carriages or horses, so they won't arrive so quickly." Qingluo was comforting her, but also comforting herself. She herself wasn't sure either; she was also afraid of dying like this.

"I have a plan." The Prime Minister's wife suddenly calmed down, but her eyes were also very frightening.

Qingluo and Geman looked at each other in bewilderment.

The Prime Minister's wife summoned everyone at Yuanjue Temple, including Huang Ningmeng.

Seeing this, Huang Ningmeng knew what the Prime Minister's wife was about to do.

Whether it was the monks in the temple, Jiang Sheng in the west wing, or the guards who were always ready to fight the bandits to the death, they all looked at the Prime Minister's wife with some confusion as to why she had summoned them at this time.

"Whoever among you can repel the enemies outside, I will give my young lady to him in marriage!"

"Madam!" Huang Ningmeng was slightly angry. "You might as well just hand me over to save your life instead of doing this."

"Shut up! I'll make the decision on this matter, it's settled then." It was rare for the Prime Minister's wife to be so assertive in front of Huang Ningmeng.

"you!"

“Miss, don’t panic.” Jiang Sheng stepped forward and looked at her, saying, “Perhaps I have a way to repel the enemy.”

"I have one too!"

"I have one too!"

...

In a short time, countless people stepped forward to offer their suggestions.

Huang Ningmeng is just a bit spoiled at times, as everyone has seen these past few days. When she's not angry, her refined and elegant demeanor is captivating.

And her beautiful face, even when she's angry, she's still so lovely.

And her figure was so delicate and graceful, making one want to protect her.

Anyone who looks down on Huang Ningmeng is blind!

The guards usually didn't think about it, but they absolutely couldn't miss such a good opportunity today.

Since the young lady has already benefited the bandits outside, and they're probably still going to die anyway, they might as well fight for her and maybe even earn a place in her heart.

"You... Humph!" Huang Ningmeng flung her sleeves and left.

Rongyin followed.

Many men behind her were mesmerized by Huang Ningmeng's retreating figure.

Jiang was furious, but this was his only chance to marry the young lady, and he couldn't give it up.

The Prime Minister's wife was overjoyed, but she still had to put on a show. "Whoever saved Miss will be her savior, and the Prime Minister will definitely agree to the marriage."

These words made everyone's eyes light up. They exchanged glances, realizing that everyone except the monk was a rival in love.

The abbot was not present; he was sitting at the side gate of the garden, seemingly waiting for someone.

Huang Ningmeng returned just in time to see him. She paused for a moment, walked over, and bowed.

"Abbot Master".

"Is Benefactor Huang truly angry?" the abbot asked as soon as he spoke.

Rong Yin frowned and spoke first: "Abbot, this is very strange. Is my young lady not really angry or is she just pretending? Any young lady would be angry if she encountered something like this today."

The abbot smiled and said, "Don't be anxious, benefactor. What if Benefactor Huang had already foreseen this?"

"What?" Rong Yin looked at Huang Ningmeng abruptly and saw the faint smile on her face, just like usual.

Huang Ningmeng smiled slightly, "Nothing can escape the master's discerning eye."

Click—

A maid's jaw was dislocated.

"This old monk would like to ask Benefactor Huang, what is your best strategy to repel the enemy?" This was something the abbot had been curious about all day.