"A-choo! A-choo! A-choo!"

In the capital of Laifeng Kingdom, in the city, a wisp of smoke rose from the kitchen. In a private room on the second floor, Wu Chen, who was wearing a gray monk's robe and had 108 red sandalwood Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, sneezed several times.

"Mr. Wuchen, the envoy sent by the emperor will arrive in the capital of Laifeng Kingdom soon." A charming and seductive young lady in a bright red dress was reporting to Wuchen.

"Do you know why you are here?"

Wu Chen, who was lying on the beauty bed and resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, glanced at the beautiful woman standing in front of him, and then closed his eyes again to pretend to sleep.

"Master Wuchen, according to spies, this time it's the uncle of the king himself who is on a diplomatic mission to Laifeng. We've learned that the uncle of the king and his entourage are here to discuss a marriage between the two countries."

"Marriage? My Zhaoyang Kingdom is a country where men are respected, and this Laifeng Kingdom is a country where women are respected. How can this be considered marriage?"

Wu Chen seemed to be aroused, and immediately dismissed the four beautiful maids who were massaging his shoulders, back, and legs.

"Master Wuchen, this matter concerns you. Because the one who was chosen to go to Laifeng Country and marry the princess is your Third Prince Su Mulichen!" Jiao Niang said anxiously.

"A monk like me? Arranged to marry the princess of Laifeng Kingdom?" Wu Chen nonchalantly touched the twelve scars on his head and looked at Jiao Niang with a playful look.

"Mr. Wuchen, according to the information our people have obtained, it is indeed true." Jiao Niang said helplessly.

"Oh……"

"Monk, I am a monk. How can I marry someone? Besides, there is no princess in Laifeng country so far."

Wu Chen twisted the Buddhist beads around his neck with one hand, picked up the wine pot beside him with the other hand, and drank the wine in the pot in one gulp.

“Good wine!”

Wu Chen sighed in a ruffian manner, his words and actions all acted like a cynical playboy, without any of the solemnity and seriousness of a monk.

"Master Wuchen, just because there is no such thing now doesn't mean there won't be one in the future. I guess it must be a bad idea from the Imperial Master!" Jiao Niang looked indignant.

"Oh……"

"I've already become a monk, but Ran Zamao and the one in the palace are still worried about me? Do they have to send me far away, so that out of sight, out of mind?"

Wu Chen's eyes were slightly red, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but it was very bitter, and the smile on his lips did not reach his eyes.

Wu Chen's family name, Su Mulichen, is the son of Shangguan Yuechan, the current Imperial Noble Consort of Zhaoyang. Eighteen years ago, upon his birth, the Imperial Preceptor, Ran Qiyue, predicted that he was destined to have an unlucky fate, a conflict with the fate of the then-Prince of Jin, Su Mu Tianjun. He must be sent to Tianlong Temple to become a monk to dispel the unlucky energy, lest it threaten the stability of the Su Mu family's empire and the destiny of Zhaoyang.

Poor Su Mulichen never spent a single day with his mother. While still an infant, he was sent to Tianlong Temple to become a monk, under the pretext of accumulating merit for the Sumu royal family. For eighteen years, he could only see Shangguan Yuechan from afar when she visited the temple to burn incense. Su Mulichen, who had both a father and a mother, spent eighteen years like an orphan, surrounded by the ancient Buddha and the green lamp.

"Emptiness is form, form is emptiness. I, a monk, am not worthy of such a blessing!"

Wu Chen sat up from the couch and glanced leisurely in the direction of Zhaoyang Kingdom. His eyes were stern and cold, and his long-numbed heart couldn't help but feel a little sad again.

"My dear lady, I'll leave the wisp of smoke to you. I, the monk... am going to travel!"

Before Jiao Niang could reply, Wu Chen's figure had disappeared, and Jiao Niang didn't even see a corner of his clothes.