Inside Daci Temple, monks ring bells and wooden fish drums, while devout believers gather on the incense and candle stands outside the main hall.

The three young ladies of the Shen family entered the main hall one after another, attracting many people to turn around and look.

After bowing devoutly before the golden Buddha statue, Shen Mingzhuang looked up at the tall and solemn statue, hoping with a glimmer of hope that it could truly bless him.

She used to disbelieve in these supernatural phenomena, but now she really can't help but believe them.

There were quite a few worshippers at Daci Temple today, and Shen Mingzhuang quietly slipped out while the two women were kneeling in prayer.

She didn't want to be followed around by these two people all the time; her ears were starting to complain.

Furthermore, what Shen Ming'e said today made her somewhat worried. If these two were to do something malicious, she might find herself in trouble.

Although they were all sisters, their bond was not as strong as that of the maidservant who served her personally, so she had to be wary.

Just as she was about to turn the corner at the end of the corridor, Shen Ming'e's voice suddenly came from behind her: "Ninth Sister, wait a minute!"

A bad feeling welled up in Shen Mingzhuang's heart, so he quickened his pace and pretended not to hear as he turned the corner of the corridor.

I need to find somewhere to hide, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to avoid these two people for the next day.

Seeing that the meditation room for worshippers to rest was not far away, Shen Mingzhuang had a flash of inspiration. He whispered a few words to Xue Rong and then took Man Huan inside.

Shen Ming'e hurriedly caught up, only to see Shen Mingzhuang's figure already at the corner ahead. She then called out, panting, "Why are you running so fast? I'm your sister, not a wolf or a tiger!"

The figure then stopped, turned around, smiled, and bowed to her, saying, "Eighth Miss, are you calling for me?"

Shen Ming'e was stunned and looked behind Xue Rong. There was indeed only Xue Rong there. Could it be that she was seeing things wrong?

Where is Miss Ninth?

"Replying to Eighth Miss, Miss has gone to the restroom. Does Eighth Miss wish to go as well?"

Xue Rong looked at Shen Ming'e with a smile, her face appearing completely harmless.

Seeing that she didn't seem to be lying, Shen Ming'e gave up: "Then let's forget about it."

Xue Rong watched her figure disappear into the distance before turning back.

When they arrived at the meditation room where their young mistress was hiding, they found that only Manhuan was there.

"Where is Miss?" Xue Rong asked, her face full of confusion.

"Shh!"

Manhuan raised her index finger to make a shushing gesture before explaining, "Miss wants to go to the back to clear her head, so we'll wait here."

After saying that, he took out a bag of pastries, pointed to a pot of tea warming on the tea stove on the table, and revealed a contented expression: "Let's eat tea and pastries while we wait for Miss to return."

Normally, Manhuan was always the favorite of the Ninth Miss, so there should be no problem with what Manhuan said. Upon seeing the snow-white pastry wrapped in kraft paper, she immediately lost all other thoughts, swallowed hard, and nodded with a smile.

Shen Mingzhuang followed the man all the way to the back of the mountain before stopping. "Who are you, and why are you acting so suspiciously?"

Ancient trees towered in the forest, and dappled sunlight filtered through their branches, illuminating the man's handsome face. The fleeting light made her momentarily dazed. What a dashing young man! He wore a black brocade robe, giving him the air of a dashing black-clad knight-errant, yet his eyes were as deep and unfathomable as a strategist's.

Jiang Wang looked at the person in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and in the next moment he was within an arm's length of Shen Mingzhuang. He moved too fast, and by the time Shen Mingzhuang reacted, his hands were already wrapped around her waist, effortlessly lifting her up and making her fly into a lush banyan tree.