Huaping sobbed, holding back her tears, "Madam is right..."

When Luo Chaoxi finished bathing and came out, Granny Wang was already impatient and flicked her handkerchief.

“Madam, the old lady said that you have been praying on the mountain for half a month, it is time for you to return home.”

Behind her, four rough-looking old women stood like a small mountain, as if they would forcibly take her back if Luo refused.

Luo Chaoxi asked calmly, "Is Mother feeling better?"

Granny Wang said, "The old lady is much better, but she still has a headache. With the general and his wife not around, the old lady always feels anxious when she is alone in the mansion."

"Well then, I'll go back to the manor to see my mother."

Granny Wang breathed a sigh of relief. She had thought she would have to use force to drag the lady down the mountain, which would be quite shameful. It would be best if the lady was willing to come down the mountain.

Luo Chaoxi gave Huaping a look, and Huaping understood. She couldn't wait to go down the mountain and return to the mansion immediately so that her mistress could stay away from that man. She quickly packed a few clothes and went down the mountain with Luo Chaoxi and Granny Wang and the others.

Before leaving, Luo Chaoxi left a note in the room.

...

Half an hour later, Murong Ling returned from the abbot's residence at Baohua Temple, recalling the abbot's admonition in his mind.

The old monk told him with a profound expression that forced relationships are never sweet. Murong Ling scoffed at this.

Whether a forced melon is sweet or not, you have to taste it to know; at least it was very sweet last night.

When he stepped into his usual room, he found that the person who should have been lying in bed was gone, leaving only a note. The slight smile on Murong Ling's lips vanished instantly.