"Master, shall we buy more?"

Kemin followed behind his master, carrying large and small bags.

Miss Yang bought a house and is currently renovating it. She is temporarily staying in Jiangyuan. During this time, he realized that this woman who suddenly visited Jiangyuan occupied an extremely important place in the master's heart.

Tonight, Miss Yang suggested going out for a stroll, so the Lord set aside all his other commitments to accompany her.

The bodyguards remained hidden in the shadows and could not show themselves, so he was the only one left to do the hard work of carrying the bundles.

He never realized before that his master had such a strong desire to buy things; anything Miss Yang even glanced at was bought.

Gu Yu and Xiao Ying were brought out to make it easier to take care of Wan Yang, and they stayed by Wan Yang's side, whose long hair was slightly tied up.

Shu Yun was looking down at what the shop owner called the shop's prized possession, a Lantian jade flute. It was of uniform color and slightly cool to the touch, and it was indeed a fine item. Although it couldn't compare to the magical instruments of the celestial musicians in the Heavenly Palace, it was more than enough to be used as a musical instrument.

However, there was a red dot on the flute, which stood out against the even blue background. When Shu Yun touched the red dot with her finger, she could feel the aura of cause and effect within it.

Xiao Ying followed behind Wan Yang, buying anything that Wan Yang took a liking to without hesitation. This behavior was no different from the纨绔 (playboys) she had seen in the capital. But Young Master Yan should clearly be a serious, cold, and ruthless person.

She pursed her lips and looked at Wan Yang's back. Few people could pull off such a vibrant color, but on Miss Wan Yang, it was as if the clothes complemented her appearance rather than the clothes enhancing her.

Has Young Master Yan also been bewitched by her beauty...?

The shop owner glanced at the woman with her head down every now and then. To be honest, she was really stunning when he first saw her. He had been tempted, but those romantic thoughts vanished without a trace after Jiang Yan followed her into the shop.

Jiang Yan, with her hair tied up in a jade crown, was listening to Ke Min say something with her head tilted to the side. She casually lifted her eyelids and gave a few instructions.

Perhaps the powerful and wealthy families in the capital city are unaware of this, but before the Lan Dynasty was stabilized, he had traveled to other countries and happened to run into the leader of the Four Lords of the Warring States period. This man's influence was far beyond the Lan Dynasty.

Yes, a woman who combines dazzling beauty with refined elegance should naturally be accompanied by a handsome and exceptionally elegant gentleman.

The Lantian jade flute, carefully placed in a brocade box, is priceless, but the shopkeeper believes that Jiang Yan can easily buy it with his wealth.

Xiao Ying didn't think so. She only felt that this woman was a bit presumptuous. Young Master Yan was momentarily distracted by her beauty. The one who had been kind to Young Master Yan was his master, and she was just taking advantage of his master's kindness to act so arrogantly.

More importantly, her young mistress had gone to great lengths to send her to Young Master Yan's side precisely to prevent the current situation, and her duty was to protect Young Master Yan for her mistress.

She suddenly stepped forward and walked to Shu Yun's side, lowering her voice so that only the two of them could hear her. She quickly said, "This jade flute is priceless. Our young master is kind-hearted and doesn't want to refuse you out of consideration for our past relationship. Miss Wan Yang, please don't go too far."

Shu Yun raised an eyebrow. Since the morning, when the maid had been pulling at her sore, she noticed that the way the maid was looking at her was strange.

Gu Yu sensed something was wrong when Xiao Ying suddenly stepped forward. She quickly reached out to grab Xiao Ying, but the other woman dodged her. Xiao Ying leaned close to Miss Wan Yang and said a few words quickly. By the time Gu Yu grabbed the other woman's arm and pulled her back, she had already finished speaking.

Gu Yu bowed respectfully to Wan Yang, saying, "Miss Wan Yang, please forgive me."

Xiao Ying was forcibly pulled back, but she showed no remorse on her face. Even if it angered Young Master Yan, she still had to speak her mind.

"I don't know where you suddenly appeared from, trying to freeload off Young Master Yan because of your past relationship with his master..."

"Get out!"

Before Xiaoying could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a deep, suppressed male voice.

Jiang Yan was furious. He had only been away for a short while and someone dared to disrespect him right under his nose. He suppressed the urge to kill the maid on the spot and ordered Ke Min in a hoarse voice, "Drag her back and return her to Chi Mei."

He moved the hand behind his back, and Ke Min understood and pulled the person away.

The master is truly enraged this time. This maid is likely doomed. She is truly foolish, thinking that she can be safe just by relying on Chi Mei. Little does she know that even if her master Chi Mei comes, it will be of no use.

Shu Yun naturally didn't intend to use Jiang Yan's money for nothing. Penglai has many treasures and spiritual herbs containing spiritual energy, but she didn't bring them down this time. If she wanted to give them back, she would have to trouble Zi'e to make a trip.

Jiang Yan's fingers, hanging uneasily at his sides, twitched slightly as he looked at his master.

Shu Yun smiled at him, "It's alright."

Seeing that his master didn't seem angry because of the presumptuous maid, and didn't seem to take the matter to heart, Jiang Yan breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Jiaxing Temple is a long-standing imperial temple, existing since the founding of the Lan Dynasty. Despite the passage of time and the changing of several emperors, Jiaxing Temple still stands here, receiving the worship of people from all over the world.

A huge Buddha statue is embedded in the wall. The gilded Buddha looks down at the masses below with a compassionate face.

Empress Wang knelt on a prayer mat, her hands clasped together in devout prayer.

The Buddha hall of Jiaxing Temple is built deep inside, with the Buddha statues on all four sides either sitting or standing in the shadows. The light from the outside world stops abruptly after crossing the vermilion threshold in just two steps. Wooden steps are erected on both sides of the dim hall, with rows of candles burning on them.

The warm candlelight flickered and shone, its golden-orange hue reflecting on the Queen's beautiful and tender face. Her eyebrows, delicately drawn with mule-black ink, were light and long, resembling the distant mountains behind a pool of autumn water in a traditional Chinese ink painting.

She fervently prayed that Qin Lang could resolve his worries soon, and secretly hoped that one day Qin Lang would no longer see her only as an empress, but could treat her like an ordinary couple, with him as the husband and her as the wife.

Peiju walked in from outside the palace and stood behind Empress Wang, saying softly, "This servant has invited Master Xuanmu."

Empress Wang responded with a sound, but did not open her eyes. She separated her hands, which were covered with luxurious nail guards, and bowed down with her palms facing down. She then flipped her wrists to turn her palms up, repeating this three times before Peiju helped her to her feet.

Xuanmu waited quietly in the side hall. As autumn deepened, the paulownia leaves in the temple were also tinged with autumn colors, and a monk swept the fallen leaves, making a "rustling" sound.

Another autumn has arrived in the blink of an eye.

Empress Wang dismissed everyone else, leaving only Peiju to serve her in the side hall.

"master."

The man from Xuanmu court clasped his hands together in a Buddhist gesture of respect, saying, "Your Majesty the Empress."

Empress Wang sat down, gazing at the steaming tea on the table, but did not rush to speak. Her elegant face held a hint of thoughts that Peiju could not quite fathom.