Mrs. Shen in the front yard was ill, and Mr. Shen was busy taking care of his beloved wife and was unable to spare the time, so he simply skipped the morning tea.

The two were supposed to go to the mourning hall, but Lu Zhi was the new bride, but Mrs. Shen ordered her to stop approaching the mourning hall.

As for Chen Yuanshuo, whether he goes or not, people in the mansion will not spread any rumors.

On the way back, Lu Zhi glanced at the man walking side by side from time to time, with a look of wanting to say something but stopping herself from saying it.

The corners of Chen Yuanshuo's drooping eyes curled up, and a bright smile flowed from the corners of his eyes: "Azhi, do you want to tell me something?"

Since he asked, Lu Zhi gritted his teeth and organized his words and said, "I want to go see my sister."

Lu Zhi remembered clearly what the black-faced man said to her in the dream, but she had a premonition that Lu Yue was about to die.

She wanted to see her elder sister as soon as possible. Perhaps after seeing her elder sister, the things that happened in her dream would be explained.

Shen Yuanshuo did not agree immediately.

Lu Yue was placed under house arrest in Zhiyue Pavilion. On the surface, it was Madam Shen who gave the order, but in fact, the real person behind the scenes was Master Shen, the owner of the Shen Mansion.

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The second wife was unable to give birth to children, so before Grandfather Shen passed away, he passed the position of head of the family to Mr. Shen, as he did not want to see the Shen family's bloodline end in his hands.

Shen Yuanshuo was not sure whether Mr. Shen would agree. He could not bear to see his wife whom he had loved for more than ten years feel lost. He hesitated for a few seconds and said vaguely: "I will ask for you. As for whether it can be done or not, I don't have a definite answer yet."

Knowing that he had to listen to his father and mother, Lu Zhi didn't think there was anything wrong with it and nodded with a smile.

It would be best if I could see Lu Yue, but I don’t really care if I can’t see Lu Zhi.

Strangely enough, ever since she suffered from insomnia on the eve of her wedding, her sense of belonging to the Lu Mansion has become weaker and weaker, and she has even begun to reject the Lu Mansion from the bottom of her heart, even if the feeling of rejection is not strong.

Lu Zhi tilted her head to glance at Shen Yuanshuo who was walking beside her, and felt sad in her heart. If Shen Yuanshuo hadn't been in the Shen Mansion, she would probably not be able to suppress the uneasiness that was rising in her heart.

Chen Yuanshuo held up an umbrella and glared at the maids and servants who were approaching him.

His bony hands clenched the umbrella handle tightly, and the oil-paper umbrella was covered with a thin layer of snow. As the cold wind blew, he tilted the umbrella slightly and took a few quick steps forward, blocking the cold wind while preventing her fluffy cloak from getting stained by the wind and snow.

Neither of them forgot about going to Dayin Temple.

Since there was no need to offer morning tea, the two returned to the courtyard and sat for a while. After breakfast, they discussed their itinerary.

You need to go out of the city to reach Dayin Temple, and the round trip does not take too long, just one day is enough.

Lu Zhi sat in the bed and unconsciously moved closer to Chen Yuanshuo. The charcoal in the room was burning brightly and it was warm.

He actually enjoyed Lu Zhi's closeness very much, and unceremoniously embraced her in his arms.

"I've already sent people to prepare the carriage," he said nonchalantly, playing with Lu Zhi's slender fingers with his big hands. "Well, I've also sent people to go to Dad and Mom's place. Will Ah Zhi be hungry on the way—"

Seeing that he was going to keep on talking endlessly, Lu Zhi quickly brushed away his fingers that were constantly rubbing their fingertips and raised her hand to cover his mouth.

Being interrupted unexpectedly, Chen Yuanshuo's eyes showed a doting helpless expression. He opened his mouth to hold her fingertips and nibbled them gently between his teeth, complaining vaguely, "You still despise me. Who am I doing this for?"

Without staying in the warm and comfortable room for long, Lu Zhi put on his thick cloak again and walked towards the gate of the Shen Mansion with a hand warmer in one hand and the other hand tightly held by him.

On the way, when Lu Zhi passed by a slightly deserted courtyard, he suddenly heard a rustling sobbing sound.

"It's Uncle Zibo."

Shen Zibo, the second branch of the Shen family.

Lu Zhi responded indifferently, not taking it to heart, thinking that he was just sad about not having any children.

He stepped on a stool and got into the carriage, which was equipped with soft stools and a small table. The small heater on the table was burning brightly, and the carriage was much hotter than outside. Not long after Lu Zhi sat down, thin beads of sweat oozed from the tip of his nose.

The carriage rocked out of the city, the hustle and bustle of the streets gradually faded into the distance, the cold wind blew up a corner of the curtain, and Lu Zhi tilted his head slightly just enough to see the tall tree rapidly retreating.

On the official road they were walking on, they also encountered many carriages going in the same direction.

There is a constant stream of people coming to Dayin Temple to burn incense.

Lu Zhi got up early. Although the official road was bumpy, the comfortable seats did not cause any discomfort.

Seeing this, Shen Yuanshuo, who was always glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, lowered the secret compartment quietly, and the soft seat in the small carriage turned into a simple soft couch. Lu Zhi could lie on it by curling up her legs slightly.

She yawned lazily, without being polite to him, and lay down in her clothes with tears in her eyes.

Perhaps it was because Chen Yuanshuo was beside him, or perhaps it was because the cool scent on his body was comparable to sleeping incense, Lu Zhi fell asleep in a daze.

It was not until she was held horizontally in someone's arms that she opened her sleepy eyes with trembling eyelashes.

Her cheek was gently pinched and pulled, and Shen Yuanshuo called her softly with a smile in his eyes: "Azhi, we are here."

After simply straightening her slightly messy hair, Lu Zhi just stood up and her wrist was grabbed. She looked back in confusion.

Shen Yuanshuo pulled her and gently asked her to lower her head slightly.

He straightened the tilted gold hairpin. The distance between them was very close, so close that Lu Zhi secretly cursed her heart for being so weak and beating so loudly at this moment.

"alright."

Seeing her dazed look and wandering in the sky, Shen Yuanshuo shook his head helplessly and took her out of the carriage.

The Dayin Temple was packed with people, and no one knew where Master Hefang was staying.

Lu Zhi and his companions learned a lot about this question from people they met on the road.

It is said that the milu doctor and Master Haikuo came to Dayin Temple together and would leave after staying for a few days. Many people brought valuable gold, silver and jewelry just to ask the milu doctor for a medicine.

However, the miracle doctor always had a little temper. She once said that she would be happy even if she had a lot of money. As long as she liked it, she would give a cure no matter how difficult the disease was. She didn't care about gold, silver, or treasures, but she wanted to make her happy.

Lu Zhi had some impression of Master Hai Kuo. She and her mother had once gone to pray for amulets for peace and were stopped by Master Hai Kuo.

Mrs. Lu went in alone, and from that day on, she suddenly locked herself in the room and refused to come out. Lu Zhi was so anxious that he knocked on the door every day. It was only when Lu Yue made up an excuse to divert her attention that he managed to coax her away.

Most childhood memories are vague, but Lu Zhi was deeply impressed by this incident.

She didn't know what Madam Lu talked about with Master Haikuo. Since that day, Madam Lu was obviously worried and often looked out the window in a daze.

After crossing the high threshold and passing through the round front hall with the stone statue of the Nine Heavens Goddess, Lu Zhi was stopped by a man sitting behind a simple table in the courtyard: "I think we are destined to be together. Why don't you sit down and let me tell your fortune?"

There is fate - there is Yuan, there is indeed Yuan.

"Gold and silver ingots are also yuan."

Her messy long hair was draped behind her head, and the two strands of hair that had blown down from her forehead were tucked behind her ears as she smiled. The man winked playfully and said something that made Lu Zhi's mouth twitch slightly.

Could it be that her speechlessness was already written on her face?

"The sea is vast, don't mess around."

A clear and cold voice interrupted Haikuo's unfinished words. The woman with a veil on her head was wearing a plain blue long skirt and a thick cloak of the same color. She looked like a lotus with every step.

The passers-by who were originally glancing at him stopped in their tracks after hearing this, and looked at the sloppy long-haired man with burning eyes, shouting:

"Master Haikuo?! Is this true?!"

"If you don't believe it, get out of here! Master, please help me solve this puzzle!"