"Why."

This was the umpteenth time Lin Yue had sighed tonight.

She couldn't understand it, even though she had already resigned herself to her fate.

She has terminal cancer and doesn't have long to live, so why does God still let her experience a "time-travel" story that's been written to death in modern times?

What devastated her even more was that she was going to participate in a talent show in three months.

"What kind of fate do I have? I'd rather die than give up."

Lin Yue lay on the tatami mat, lost in thought and sighing incessantly.

"Miss, I've brought you hot water."

As soon as she finished speaking, a fair-skinned, round-faced girl entered the room carrying hot water.

Upon hearing the sound, Lin Yue immediately sat up.

"Caiwei, please bring the water into the inner room. My feet hurt so much, I don't want to move."

"Who told you to insist on practicing for two extra hours today? I tried to persuade you, but you wouldn't listen."

Caiwei, the maid, was the first person Lin Yue met after she transmigrated. She was two years older than the original owner of the body and had served her since childhood.

After Lin Yue transmigrated, she did not wake up immediately, but her consciousness was clear.

Unfortunately, the original owner's body was too weak. After the fever subsided, it took ten days for him to truly regain consciousness under Caiwei's careful care.

Using a high fever as an excuse, Lin Yue staged an "amnesia" act in front of the original owner's parents and everyone else.

It's worth noting that before Lin Yue transmigrated, she was a person with low emotional intelligence and scoffed at the idea of ​​"amnesia."

However, she was now on someone else's turf, so she had to be careful.

When she learned that she was going to participate in the talent show, her first reaction was to find a way to be eliminated.

But when she later learned that her father's name was Geng Dejin, her mood instantly soured.

She never expected that she would transmigrate into the body of the future Emperor Yongzheng's concubine.

Although she wasn't interested in novels or TV dramas about time travel during the Qing Dynasty, she had a best friend who loved these kinds of stories.

She heard the name "Geng Dejin" from her best friend, but he is even more famous for his grandson.

Of course, that's a story for another time.

Since learning her true identity, Lin Yue—no, now called Geng Youran—has actively cooperated with the head maid, learning etiquette and manners.

She didn't really want to enter the palace; rather, she was worried that if she made a mistake, it might bring disaster to the Geng family.

After all, I've taken over someone else's daughter's body; I can't let her suffer because of me.

"It's because I fell behind in my studies. The talent show is starting in three months, so of course I have to work harder. That headmistress was someone Father went to great lengths to hire, so I can't let his efforts go to waste."

Caiwei squatted down in front of her young mistress, took off her shoes and socks, and then gently put her feet into the hot water.

"Caiwei, squeeze harder, or it will hurt even more tomorrow."

“Miss, you’ve forgotten, Madam has already given instructions that we should go to Guanyun Temple to offer incense first thing tomorrow morning.”

Geng Youran patted her forehead, thinking that her brain had really been fried, she had completely forgotten about this matter.

"I had forgotten if you hadn't mentioned it. Remember to find something simple to wear tomorrow morning, since we're going to a Buddhist temple to offer incense, and we shouldn't dress too brightly."

"yes."

After wiping the water stains off Geng Youran's feet, Caiwei helped her change her clothes and remove her makeup.

Geng Youran then comfortably lay back down.

Perhaps because she had been practicing all day, Geng Youran was really tired and soon fell asleep.

The next morning, Geng Youran, who was not fully awake, was dragged out of bed by several maids.

It wasn't that the maids were being disrespectful, but rather that after recovering from her illness, Madam Geng noticed that her daughter was quite different from before, one of which was that she was reluctant to get out of bed.

In this respect, she is just like Geng Youran when she was a child.

Later, when she was sent to live with her grandmother, this habit was changed, but she also became more domineering in her personality.

Now that she's become adorable again, Geng's mother is more willing to indulge Geng Youran a little.

Because Geng Youran was her only daughter, and because her daughter had been ill before, Madam Geng assigned several of her trusted maids to her daughter, specifically to wake her up in the morning.

"Miss, we're going to Guanyun Temple soon, you should freshen up."

And so, Geng Youran was coerced into the bathtub by her head maid under the pretense of being ordered by her mistress.

After washing, applying makeup, getting dressed, and so on, it was already an hour and a half later.

The extra half hour was because Geng Youran fell asleep while getting her makeup done, which meant she had to redo it.

Madam Geng and Geng Youran sat in the carriage chatting.

Looking at her rosy-cheeked daughter in front of her, Madam Geng felt an indescribable tenderness in her heart.

"You lazy girl, if I hadn't had someone call you in advance, we probably would have missed the time to offer incense."

"Mother, it's just burning incense, why are you making such a fuss?"

Looking at her daughter who kept yawning, Madam Geng just smiled indulgently.

"What do you know? Today is the day that Abbot Yuanyi of Guanyun Temple returned from his pilgrimage. So many people are lining up to ask for a fortune slip."

"Tch, it's all feudal superstition." Of course, Geng Youran only thought this to herself.

When we arrived at Guanyun Temple, it was indeed packed with people.

Seeing so many people, Madam Geng became somewhat anxious and hurriedly sent someone to the temple to inquire about the situation before leading her daughter into the temple herself.

After touring the temple grounds, the group rested in a small pavilion.

At this moment, a servant sent out by Madam Geng ran over, panting, and reported: "Madam, the abbot said he is waiting for Miss at the Cloud-Viewing Pavilion on the mountain."

"Didn't I tell you not to reveal your identity?"

"This servant doesn't know what happened. When the abbot saw this servant, he told this servant to come back and invite the young lady."

Geng Youran, who was standing to the side, felt that this host might actually have some skill, so she spoke up:

“Mother, Guanyun Pavilion is not far from here. Please rest here for a while. I will be right back.”

After considering it for a moment, Madam Geng said, "Very well, you should go and come back quickly. I will wait for you here."

So Geng Youran went alone to the Cloud-Viewing Pavilion on the mountain.

Upon arriving at the pavilion, there was indeed only one monk waiting.

"May I ask if you are Miss Geng?"

"It's me. And you are?"

“I am Abbot Yuanyi of Guanyun Temple.”

Upon hearing that the person opposite him was indeed the renowned Abbot Yuan Yi, Geng Youran quickly bowed.

“Miss Geng, there’s no need for such formalities. The reason I’ve taken the liberty of inviting you to this Guanyun Pavilion alone is that I have a few words to say to you.”

"Please speak, host."

"Let go of worldly affairs and let things change as they may. With a calm mind like still water, one can find tranquility and peace."

"Master!" Geng Youran instantly understood what Abbot Yuanyi meant. His eyes widened, and he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

Before she could ask any more questions, Abbot Yuanyi had already descended the mountain.

Geng Youran had no choice but to give up for the time being and leave only after calming herself down.