Long Qilan's murderous intent was not directed at these nuns.
She rushed to Long Zhuyu and roared angrily, "Mother, give me back Lingyue!"
It's all because of you!
You took him away, and you can't even protect him!
I hate you so much!
As Long Qilan spoke, she couldn't help but cry.
With so many women in the palace, Yue Qingling was able to have a loving relationship with them.
Even the yellow apricots were cooked into rice.
She, Long Qilan, alone cannot cross that line.
She could only hide her longing in her heart and practice the Yao Palace Heart Sutra every day to suppress the pain in her heart.
If life continues like this, she'll accept it.
As long as these women are kind to Lingyue Daoist, she is willing to protect them silently.
But now, she has completely exploded.
It's all because of the Empress! It's all because of her!
As an empress, she couldn't even control her desires!
"Qilan, all the mistakes are mine alone. I know I am guilty."
Because of his sins of lust, Yue Yan was killed and his soul was extinguished.
I voluntarily entered the Buddhist order, and from then on, I will be accompanied by the ancient Buddha and the flickering lamp, chanting scriptures day and night to help Yue Yan's soul find peace.
Long Zhuyu didn't even dare to open her eyes, tears streaming down her face.
She was in unbearable pain and just wanted to find a quiet place to heal.
Otherwise, she would really be heartbroken.
Long Zhuyu, who had never loved a man, also had no romantic love during the reign of the late emperor.
After enduring a hundred years of hardship, she finally met the man who made her willing to act cute and charming.
This is her good fortune.
This year was also the happiest year of her life.
However, perhaps God felt that she was not virtuous enough and did not deserve such a happy life, so He took away the man she loved most.
Long Zhuyu was completely shattered.
Deep down, she felt that she was the culprit.
If that's the case, she's willing to spend the rest of her life repenting!
"Qilan, Aunt Long is also in pain, please spare her."
Lin Qingyu pulled Long Qilan aside and gently led her out.
The nuns outside dared not go in.
Lin Qingyu nodded to them, and only then did they dare to cautiously go inside and continue their work.
With a single stroke, Long Zhuyu's beautiful head was bald, revealing a perfect skull.
She changed into a monk's robe and put on a kasaya, and in the blink of an eye, she transformed into a tall and pretty nun.
However, her face remained completely expressionless.
With Yue Qingling's death, her heart died completely.
Lin Qingyu took Long Qilan back. Along the way, Long Qilan broke down three times, crying and collapsing by the roadside, unwilling to leave.
She has nothing left.
The person I loved is dead.
My mother also became a nun.
She really has nothing left...
Lin Qingyu practically carried her back on his back.
She instructed the palace maids to take good care of the desperate young girl.
Then one person walked out.
She also felt physically and mentally exhausted at this time.
Keeping a secret is very difficult.
Especially seeing friends and family tormented by this secret.
But she was strong-willed by nature and would never reveal a single word!
She quietly returned to her residence. Just as she entered the house and was about to sit for a while, she heard a noise coming from the inner room.
Then, Shen Rongrong, dressed in black, came out from the inner room.
It looks like she's been waiting here for a long time.
Lin Qingyu ignored her, sat down at the table, and poured herself a cup of tea.
"He's dead, isn't he?"
Shen Rongrong asked coldly, her face expressionless, but her hands were still trembling.
This proves that her heart is constantly bleeding.
"Hehe, do you care? Everyone has the right to be sad, even Her Majesty the Empress. She also has genuine feelings for Yue Qingling."
Shen Rongrong, what about you?
All you're thinking about is revenge, right?
Don't speak, really, you're not qualified to ask!
Lin Qingyu said indifferently.
Shen Rongrong began to tremble all over. She came to Lin Qingyu, suppressing her inner pain: "He's dead, isn't he?"
Shen Rongrong no longer had the strength to argue with Lin Qingyu.
"He's dead, killed by your master. There wasn't even an ashes left."
Lin Qingyu said indifferently.
"Why aren't you sad?" Shen Rongrong stared intently at her.
"What a joke! While I was heartbroken, you were probably busy being the sect leader in the Netherworld!"
Lin Qingyu's heart skipped a beat, but she quickly covered it up with a cold smile.
The two remained silent for a long time.
"Lin Qingyu, I beg you."
Shen Rongrong suddenly lowered her voice.
"What do you want from me?" Lin Qingyu looked at her warily.
Shen Rongrong slowly knelt down, resting her hands on her round thighs, her face deathly pale, and said softly, "Fairy Lin, I admit defeat. Please tell me, he's not dead, okay?"
She reached out and grabbed Lin Qingyu's skirt, her face filled with an unnatural expectation: "Fairy Lin, Sister Lin, Mistress Lin, I beg you, please tell me, he's not dead."
"Just say he's not dead, and I'll be your slave, your servant, your beast of burden..."
"You're crazy."
Lin Qingyu tugged at her skirt, shook off her hand, and then quickly left.
This place is no longer safe to stay.
"Fairy Lin, please... Waaah... Fairy Lin..."
The proud Shen Rongrong knelt behind her, weeping and begging.
She might have figured something out, but she might also be mentally unstable.
But whatever it may be, Lin Qingyu would never admit that Yue Qingling faked her death.
These women all reacted so strongly.
She walked out of her small courtyard, not knowing where she could find shelter from the storm.
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