Why do we say that neither of the two sons are biological? Because the results of Si Youhong’s interrogation are out.
Concubine Dong Shu had confessed that, while still in the boudoir, she had been engaged to Lan Shang's uncle, the man in green robes. But something happened to Lan Shang's uncle's family, and the entire clan was executed. No one mentioned the marriage anymore.
But before that, the two young people could not resist the temptation and tasted the forbidden fruit, and had the third prince.
Why else would one say Concubine Dong Shu was a master of palace fighting? Even after bringing her child into the palace, she was able to withstand the various scrutiny of the maids and eunuchs. This clearly shows that her cunning and tactics were cultivated long ago at home.
She thought she could keep this secret to herself forever, but a few months ago, her uncle Lan Shang suddenly contacted her and threatened her to help arrange for her to be a mysterious counselor to Emperor Dazhao.
Concubine Dong Shu dared not disobey, and thus invited the wolf into the house, causing Emperor Dazhao to have a miserable end.
After the crown prince ascended to the throne, Concubine Dong Shu thought she could make a comeback by joining her former lover. But upon arriving in Russia, she was stunned. The old man who had been so sweet-talking her turned out to be a well-connected man with a family background, including many women and children. For someone used to being the boss, this was simply unacceptable.
The two of them fell out. Add to that the fact that Uncle Lan Shang wasn't as capable as he'd claimed, like he could borrow troops from King Ross to help her Third Prince start a rebellion, and she got even more angry. It was simply too much, and it ended up being a complete mess.
Just then, Yan Miaoling showed up, and neither of them could escape. Concubine Dong Shu and the Third Prince were tortured to death by the Imperial Guards, and died in the Imperial Prison.
You have calculated everything, but ended up calculating your own life.
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Imperial Master's Mansion.
Jing Chen, "Miss Ling'er, you are here?"
When Yan Miaoling isn't dealing with bad guys, she's basically a cute, harmless little girl. She's kind, lively, and smart—there's nothing anyone doesn't like about her.
The little monk was no exception.
I started greeting you as soon as I saw you from afar.
Someone meditating in the room twitched their ears. Because of their advanced cultivation, any sound coming from the doorway could not be hidden from them. Upon closer inspection, although he was still meditating, his back had noticeably stiffened.
When he heard the sound of someone coming in, he immediately adjusted his breathing and pretended to be fully devoted to the Buddha.
As for Yan Miaoling, who was standing at the door to the Zen room, she had long forgotten her assertiveness from that day. She only wanted to get things done. So... when asking for help, you have to have the right attitude. She crouched half-hiding at the door, calling out softly, "Master..."
ignore.
Called again, "National Master..."
Still ignoring it, the wooden fish keeps knocking...
Yan Miaoling didn't mind, after all, she had left him out for a while that day. Her smile widened, "Master, I have something to ask you. Can I have a moment with you..."
After saying that, without waiting any longer, he stepped in and moved a little closer.
An inexplicable fragrance wafted up, the scent of her usual bath water... Then, the image of the perfect body he'd seen that day flooded his mind, making him suddenly uneasy, his entire body aching with heat. His face trembled slightly, and the rosary in his hand trembled.
But he is an expert, and all of this is under control within a subtle range, which would not be noticed unless you look closely.
At least Yan Miaoling didn't notice.
Seeing that people ignored her, she curled her lips. Damn, she is a monk, but she is so angry and holds grudges. Really~
I looked around, and then I heard the sound of her footsteps leaving...
Someone got anxious, opened his eyes, and uttered uncontrollably, "Don't go~!" Although it was just two very light words, the entire room including his courtyard was very quiet, so Yan Miaoling still heard it clearly.
She closed the door, then turned around and smiled at Nanjia, "Hehe, let's talk about some confidential information, so it's better to close the door."
Nanjia realized the misunderstanding and immediately averted his gaze, kneeling upright and staring straight ahead. He was filled with shame and embarrassment. A suspicious blush appeared on his once clear and fair face.
This is too obvious.
Yan Miaoling was attracted by this little arrogant girl and thought that today's matter might be possible.
I followed his lead and knelt quietly opposite him. With a broad smile on my face, I said, "Master, are you still angry about what happened that day? That's because Ling'er suddenly had memories of her past life and was affected. I'm sorry, Master. I sincerely apologize to you. I'm still me, the obedient Yan Miaoling. As for your relationship with Princess Ling'er in heaven, it has nothing to do with me. Please don't take your anger out on me..."
She spoke with great interest and a touch of flattery, but didn't want to be interrupted by anyone.
He put down his rosary and wooden fish, stared straight at her, and said in a slightly cold tone, "Does it really have nothing to do with you?"
How could she so nonchalantly dismiss all the events of her past life? Didn't she understand...
Yan Miaoling's smile froze on her face, and she could no longer pretend to be cute.
She wasn't a split person, so how could she be so clearly divided, only being herself in this life? She felt resentful and unwilling. But it was all in the past, after all. What was the point in holding on to it?
People have to look forward. Now she wants to find medicine for the Sixth Prince and make the heroine and her family live happily, that's all.
What's the harm in lowering your posture a little?
Besides, love is hard to explain. Effort doesn't guarantee reward, so what does that have to do with being liked? He's a Buddhist, so what he did was right.
There is no reason for her to keep harping on it and keep blaming others.
Just treat it as getting to know each other again.
Someone might realize that their tone is a bit anxious and immediately change the subject, "Why did you come to see me?"
As they got to the point, the atmosphere between them naturally brightened. Yan Miaoling smiled slightly, her attitude respectful, "I've come here to ask two things for you, Imperial Master. One is that I want you to transfer the fate of the heroine to me..."
Before he could finish, Nanjia interrupted, "Your fate has long since shifted. You are now the daughter of destiny. In the future... you must ascend to the highest position to avoid the doom of the plane's collapse."
"What?" Yan Miaoling couldn't keep up with the pace, her eyes full of seriousness. "When did it happen?"
Nanjia's eyes were filled with complex emotions, and upon closer inspection, he even sighed. He was actually a little afraid she would hit him. But he explained, "The Merit Pearl is a magical instrument that can change fate. When it was transferred from me to you, I used a spell to change it."
The specific details are definitely more complicated than he described, and it is inconvenient to disclose them as they involve secrets.
But Yan Miaoling didn't care about these things. She was a little lost and looked down, "Why..."
Why do you do it without my permission?
"When you came to me that time, feeling sorry for the heroine's fate and hesitant to speak, I had already seen through your heart and knew that it was only a matter of time before your fate was changed. It's better to give you the Merit Pearl as soon as possible. It will not only increase your strength but also avoid the punishment of constant blood loss..."
The following paragraphs were definitely Yan Miaoling's revenge, relying on their past life connection. She pounced on Nanjia, beating and scratching him like a wounded leopard. "Ahhh, who are you to make decisions for me? Who are you to me? You've made it impossible for me to have children. Pay me, you evil monk..."
Although Nanjia had anticipated this, he was still caught off guard by the opponent's powerful force. He leaned back, and then, a familiar scene from a TV series unfolded...
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