Chapter 102 Heaven's Secret

Shen Yuheng looked at her round face hidden in the snow-white rabbit fur, his eyes dimmed a little. He then saw her wet shoes and socks, and without saying a word, he carried her on his shoulders and walked towards the carriage.

Seeing this, the driver lowered his head and fiddled with his nails.

Lu Qiaoxiao was stuffed into the carriage, his heart pounding, and he glared at him, "How can a scholar like you behave like a warrior?"

Shen Yuheng came over and kissed her face, his breathing disordered, "Why? Madam, don't you like it?"

"Didn't you just say you liked it?"

"Um?"

"Um?"

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Shen Mansion:

Shen Yaoxing returned to the house, took off his shoes and socks, lay down on the couch, and stared at the ceiling with his eyes open.

Meng Qining walked in, holding the heater close to him. He caught a glimpse of the man lazily sprawled on the couch, and looked disdainful. "Why do you just lie there all day? Don't you have to be on duty?"

"Oh my, why are your shoes and socks so wet? Did you roll around in the snow?"

Chen Yaoxing became impatient and yelled, "Could you stop nagging me, bitch? If you keep nagging me, my life will be shortened by several years!"

Meng Qinian said sarcastically, "Well, if you shorten my lifespan, I'll be happy. I can remarry, and I can take your money and go out and live a carefree life!"

Chen Yaoxing was so angry that he almost laughed. He suddenly sat up, pulled Meng Qinian to his side with one hand, and said seriously, "I went to Qinglong Temple today. Do you know who I saw?"

Meng Qinian was drinking from a teacup and glanced at him: "You can say it or not."

Chen Yaoxing's eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance: "This might be my chance, my chance to turn things around." He raised his hand and wiped his face fiercely. "In a few days, His Royal Highness Prince Ding'an will be back. He will be back."

Meng Qinian looked at him with confusion, thinking he was just crazy.

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Pei Mansion:

Pei Jinxuan was holding a pen and writing on paper. He raised his eyelids slightly and his gaze fell on Lin Miaofu not far away.

She shook off the snow from her cloak. Having not done anything for a long time, her hands had regained their former delicate whiteness and tenderness.

"Fuer went out to buy lip balm again?" He looked at the girl casually. She was wearing the pear blossom makeup that was popular in the capital today, and she looked delicate and beautiful.

Lin Miaofu stopped what she was doing, came over and said with a smile, "Husband, it's not lip balm. What I bought today is rouge. Husband, take a look. Doesn't this color look good?"

Pei Jinxuan looked at her carefully, and after a while he said, "She looks pretty, very pretty."

After Lin Miaofu left humming a little tune, Pei Jinxuan called the servant over and said with a cold look, "Go, follow the madam. Report back to me where she goes and what she does."

A month later, Pingyang Prince Wei Wu rebelled and instigated riots in Linjun, Ning'an and other areas in the south of the Yangtze River. Ding'an Prince Wei Yan was summoned back to the capital, accepted the emperor's order, and personally led troops to quell the rebellion.

In front of the Ding'an Prince's Mansion, a magnificent carriage stopped at the door, and Shen Yuheng entered the mansion wrapped in fox fur and holding a paper umbrella.

Wei Yan saw that the person coming was Shen Changjue, and immediately went forward to greet him warmly, "Changjue! Thanks to you for reminding me of my actions in Jiangnan. Who knew that Wei Wu would be so unmotivated and lose his temper after being provoked? Now my father is furious, and Wei Wu will definitely die!"

Shen Yuheng smiled faintly, but his eyes were cold and emotionless. "Your Highness, I believe Prince Pingyang will not surrender. The troops from the northern border are heading south to support us, bypassing the grain and horse road in Hechuan. You must be careful on this trip."

Wei Yan felt that Shen Yuheng was being overly sensitive and vigilant. In his opinion, the succession issue was now a foregone conclusion, with no possibility of reversal. However, he still smiled respectfully and said, "Changjue is right. I will be more careful."

"When I ascend the throne, you will still be the Prime Minister of this dynasty, second only to the emperor and above everyone else."

After coming out of Prince Pingyang's Palace, Shen Yuheng sat in the carriage with his eyes closed, twisting the sandalwood Buddhist beads in his hand, feeling uneasy.

The Qingyu Guards recently discovered a strange thing. In winter, the number of pilgrims to more than ten temples and Taoist temples, headed by Guanglin Temple, has increased, and the amount of money in the merit boxes has increased. Logically, this should be enough for the monks' food and daily life and for the renovation of the temples. However, in the past three years, the money that the Buddhist temples have requested from the court for repairing the temples and expanding the Taoist temples has only increased.

He couldn't help but think of what Lu Qiaoxiao had told him, his intuition about something happening in the Buddhist temple.

Among the dignitaries in the court, if we talk about the frequency of burning incense, people from the Ding'an Palace went to represent the most in participating in the sacrificial activities. Several senior officials in the court who had a good relationship with Wei Yan also believed in the gods and Buddhas.

It takes half an hour to get from the capital to Guanglin Temple even if you travel fast on horseback.

Shen Yuheng walked up the green steps step by step with an umbrella. Led by the young monk, he went to the meditation room and met Master Yuanyi, who was said to be able to interpret dreams.

He was dressed in a monk's robe and had the handsome appearance of a young man, but his expression was compassionate. Even when he closed his eyes and said nothing, one could sense his compassionate aura.

Shen Yuheng frowned slightly. He had never believed in gods or Buddhas, but because of his position as prime minister, he had to set an example in the court. Every time during a sacrificial ceremony, he had to stand at the front and do things respectfully and piously according to the regulations.

But the recent dreams were too strange. The person in the dream - miserable and sad, but still the one beside him. If the person in the dream was himself, it would be fine.

For Shen Yuheng, people live in this world, their experiences may be rich or poor, their achievements may be great or insignificant, and all people in the world are just mayflies between heaven and earth, seeking survival in the vastness and seeking a shelter and a safe home.

Since everyone is destined to die, why should we fear death, especially since it is just a dream?

However, every time he woke up from his dream, he would feel suffocated with pain when he thought that the person had a face exactly like Lu Qiaoxiao. Even if she was not doing well in his dream, he would still feel palpitations and uneasy.

He did not tell Lu Qiaoxiao about his visit to see Master Yuanyi.

Looking at the compassionate Buddhist disciple, Shen Yuheng bowed and said respectfully, "Excuse me, sir, are you Master Yuanyi?"

The monk raised his eyes, his eyes as clear as a mirror, "I have heard of the great name of Chen Xiang for a long time, and today I finally get to see him."

"I have a doubt, so I came here specially. May I ask if the master can help me to solve it?" Shen Yuheng's expression was still respectful.

Yuan Yi saw the Buddhist beads on the white wrist, his eyes flashed slightly, and said: "Prime Minister Shen, you can go back. I have nothing to say about your doubts."

"Why?" Shen Yuheng frowned, and a nameless anger suddenly rose in his throat.

He waited for more than half a month and finally made an appointment with Yuan Yi, but the monk asked him to go back and said he had nothing to say?

Yuan Yi smiled slightly and said, "The secrets of heaven cannot be revealed. Fate has its time, and destiny has its deadline."

No matter how Shen Yuheng asked, the monk refused to say anything. He felt angry and left in a huff. However, when he walked out of the porch, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

Before he could say anything, the man spoke first: "I didn't expect that Prime Minister Chen would come here in person to burn incense?"