The main house of Linshui Pavilion.
When Xuanyuan Zhan woke up, he felt a splitting headache, as if he was about to die.
Xuanyuan Zhan closed his eyes and began to slowly recall what happened last night.
It seems he went out drinking with Mu Lingchen. He was a bit down yesterday and drank a little too much, but...
Thinking of something, Xuan Yuanzhan opened his eyes again to confirm, and was instantly pleasantly surprised.
It really is the main house!
Why is he sleeping in the main house?
Xuan Yuanzhan glanced at the empty bed beside him, then looked into the outer room. Seeing that Su Xuening wasn't there, he lay back down listlessly.
Her fragrance seemed to linger on his lips and teeth, so irresistible.
Memories slowly returned, and Xuan Yuanzhan felt a surge of emotion.
Last night he and Su Xuening...
Xuan Yuanzhan recalled the scene of his passionate kiss with Su Xuening, and the corners of his lips unconsciously turned up.
He and Su Xuening seemed to have kissed last night, but what happened afterward... Xuan Yuanzhan felt a sharp pain in his temple, so painful that he saw stars.
He had no recollection of what happened after that.
Could it be that he and Su Xuening consummated their marriage again, but he has no memory of it?!
Xuanyuan Zhan angrily tapped his head a few times. What stupid thing had he done? Why couldn't he remember such important moments?
When Ye Yun came in with the hangover soup, she was watching Xuan Yuanzhan torture himself.
"Oh dear, please stop hitting me! This hangover already hurts enough, and you're still not satisfied!" Ye Yun exclaimed with concern as she brought over a bowl of hangover soup. "I've reheated this hangover soup for you several times. Drink it while it's hot, and your head won't hurt so much anymore."
Ye Yun thought that Xuan Yuanzhan was hitting his head because he had a headache.
"Where is the Princess?" Xuan Yuanzhan asked first before taking the hangover soup and drinking it.
Ye Yun knew that her master was most concerned about the princess's itinerary, so she inquired in advance: "The princess also went to the temple today."
Xuanyuan Zhan was suddenly taken aback: "Going to the temple again? Didn't you just go yesterday?"
Ye Yun also found it strange, so he inquired about the reason as well: "Yes, but the princess said she was going to pray for Madam Su, so she will probably have to visit several temples."
"Go pray for Madam Su's well-being?" Xuan Yuanzhan was completely bewildered.
Madam Su is merely returning to her homeland; why is she going to pray for blessings? And why is she visiting several temples?
"She told Bai Fuya?"
Ye Yun nodded: "Yes. The Princess Consort went to the Dowager Consort's place to report early this morning."
Hearing that Su Xuening had left early in the morning, Xuan Yuanzhan was displeased again.
They did that last night, how could she not react at all?
He was drunk, but she wasn't, so didn't she feel anything?
She was so angry just thinking about it. She had only drunk half of the hangover soup, and she didn't want to drink any more. She shoved the soup into Ye Yun's arms and fell back down.
Looking at the half-finished hangover soup in his arms, Ye Yun advised, "Your Highness is still suffering from a hangover. You should drink the hangover soup. Half a bowl might not be enough."
Xuanyuan Zhan didn't say anything, but glared at Ye Yun unhappily. Ye Yun immediately didn't dare to say another word, and only relayed the message: "The Dowager Consort said that the Prince's injuries have not yet healed. He should rest well in the Prince's mansion and should not go out and fool around. Drinking is bad for your health, and being drunk is even worse."
Seeing that he still dared to lecture him, Xuan Yuanzhan became even angrier and glared at him, saying, "Do you want to die?"
Ye Yun smiled obsequiously and shrank his neck: "This is what the Dowager Consort said. I'm just a messenger."
"Get out!" Xuan Yuanzhan glared at him impatiently.
Ye Yun didn't dare utter a word. He took the half-bowl of hangover soup and slunk out. Only when he reached the door did he muster the courage to add, "The Dowager Princess also said that instead of going out drinking, you should spend more time with the Princess and try to help her hold her grandson as soon as possible..."
"Get out!" Xuan Yuanzhan roared, and Ye Yun swallowed back the rest of his words, quietly closing the door behind him.
...Xuanyuan Zhan glanced speechlessly at the bright red wedding tent that had not yet been removed.
Bai Fuya even lectured him! She thought he didn't want to spend time with her, but he had to give her a chance!
He was so eager, but people just ignored him!
Xuan Yuanzhan felt a pang of heartache, a tightness in his chest, and dizziness. He pulled the blanket over his head.
Yunju Temple.
After offering incense and praying to Buddha in the main hall and donating money for incense oil, Su Xuening found their abbot, Master Liaojue.
"Please help me appraise this Buddhist rosary, Abbot." Su Xuening handed the rosary to Master Jue.
Master Liaojue took the prayer beads and examined them carefully before saying, "Amitabha, this humble monk has never seen these prayer beads before."
Su Xuening was immediately disappointed, and then glanced at the string of prayer beads in Master Liaojue's hand: "The prayer beads in the master's hand seem to be made of a different material than this one."
“You have a good eye, benefactor. Most of the prayer beads in our Yunju Temple are made of small-leaf sandalwood, but this prayer bead is made of agarwood, hence the difference.” Master Liaojue handed the prayer beads in his hand to Su Xuening for comparison.
Su Xuening examined them carefully and confirmed that they were indeed made of different materials. She then frowned in disappointment and asked, "Does the master know which temple in Kyoto makes its prayer beads from sandalwood?"
Master Liaojue frowned: "This... I have never seen any temple that makes prayer beads from agarwood. You may not know this, but agarwood is a very expensive spice. It is not only used to make incense, but also to make medicine. Of course, some people use it to make beads, but temples rarely use agarwood. Most of them are made by nobles in the capital who have plenty of money to play with."
Upon hearing this, Su Xuening frowned even more deeply.
Another Kyoto nobleman?
Could it be that she really went in the wrong direction?
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