Chapter 131 The Man in White
She is used to being gorgeous and flamboyant!
"Prepare the car." He dusted off the non-existent dust on his body with satisfaction and walked out.
At the gate of the mansion, the butler had already prepared everything, including the generous gifts for the first visit that filled half of the carriage.
That was something he had prepared long ago but had never given out. Seeing that Xiao Yuan was in a good mood, he knew that he had done the right thing.
This was considered the official arrival of the son-in-law. Xiao Yuan pursed his lips slightly, his face expressionless, but a thin layer of sweat appeared on his palms.
Just as he was about to get on the car, a horse-drawn carriage suddenly drove straight towards him and stopped beside him. Looking out of the window was Wen Yin's compassionate face, which looked like a Buddha saving all living beings.
"Amitabha, could you please wait for a moment? I have something to say to you."
Xiao Yuan glanced at the gifts in the carriage, frowned, and finally nodded despite his impatience.
Got on Wen Yin's carriage.
There was sandalwood used by Buddhists lit inside, which was quite pungent. Wen Yin kept turning the Buddhist beads in her hands and chanting "Amitabha".
Xiao Yuan was a little impatient, "You've already told the lie. Even if you repeat this sentence over and over again, it won't change the fact that you broke the precepts."
Wen Yin paused while turning the Buddhist beads, and seemed to glare at Xiao Yuan.
The sound of chanting Buddha's name became more intense, as if trying to ease the guilt in one's heart.
"I have already done what you wished for. I hope you will not threaten me with my old friend in the future."
"Amitabha."
Xiao Yuan raised his eyebrows.
Looking at Wen Yin's unchanging face, a slight curve appeared on the side of his lips, "Of course, I always keep my word."
"It's just..." He leaned forward slightly, staring at Wen Yin, "I'm a little curious, who is that old friend that the master mentioned? He's the one that you still miss after you converted to Buddhism."
"Is this the man in white who played chess with you when I was a child?"
He clearly remembered that his mother was still alive that year and would take him to Xiangjue Temple for a short stay every year. He would meet the man in white every time and his mother would talk to him.
He once asked his mother who that man was. His mother only said that he was a hero whom she met when she was in the boudoir. Later, his mother passed away and he never saw that man again.
He asked Wen Yin many times, but he always said that he didn't know him and that he was just an ordinary pilgrim in the temple. He had forgotten him over the years.
Wen Yin's old face twitched a few times almost invisibly, and when he raised his eyes, he was calm.
"I have answered this question many times. I don't remember the man in white. As for my old friend, he was just my playmate when I was young. He has no descendants in his family, so I only offer him a few tributes."
Xiao Yuan sneered softly, neither saying whether he believed it nor whether he did not believe it. "After what happened today, I will not ask about the tablet, nor will I spread it to anyone else. Master, don't worry."
"Amitabha. Thank you very much, donor." Wen Yin clasped his hands together and nodded slightly.
Xiao Yuan stared at him, smiled, and said, "It is said that Buddhists are detached from the secular world. Then, will you bear the consequences of this incident, Master?"
After saying this, without even looking at Wen Yin's changed expression, he opened the curtain and got out of the carriage.
The voice came faintly into Wen Yin's carriage, "Master, don't forget to come to the wedding in four days."
There was silence in the carriage until they left, and no word was heard.
Xiao Yuan stood beside the carriage with his hands behind his back, watching the carriage gradually disappear from his sight, his deep eyes narrowed slightly.
No one or both of them are willing to say, but so what? One day, he will find out the truth.
For example, why does my father ask my mother to go to Xiangjue Temple every year, and who is that man in white?
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In the Shen residence, the flower hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and even the sound of breathing could not be any quieter.
Shen Anan held the imperial edict in her hand, her clear almond eyes calm.
"Father, mother, why are you like this? Isn't it a good thing for your daughter to be the principal wife? Isn't it better than being a concubine?"
Madam Shen pulled the corners of her lips, but she couldn't smile in the end, "An An, the affairs of the royal family change rapidly, it's not a good place to be."
No matter how glorious one moment, if one is not careful, one may become a prisoner the next moment. Such examples are common in the royal family.
Shen Wen was not thinking about this. He stared into Shen Anan's eyes, frowning tightly, "Anan, tell Dad honestly, is the matter of Miss Duan San being the daughter of destiny true, or is it a calculation?"
Shen Anan blinked her eyes. "Dad, you really stumped me with this question. I haven't left the house much these days. Even if I wanted to plot something, I'm a girl in the boudoir and I don't have any connections or resources. How can I carry out such a thorough plot?"
Her beautiful almond eyes were full of innocence. Shen Changhe beside her lowered his head silently and chose to remain silent.
How could Shen Wen believe it so easily?
This happened just after the Emperor granted the marriage. There are not so many coincidences in the world.
"An'an, your grandmother repeatedly told me to take good care of you when she passed away. It's not that Dad doesn't want you to fight, but he's afraid that you won't know your limits and might hurt yourself."
There are some things that are much easier for him to do than for his daughter.
Shen Anan still refused to admit it, "Don't worry, Dad. I know my own abilities. But if you're asking if it has anything to do with the Fourth Prince, then I don't know. It has nothing to do with me anyway."
Mrs. Shen was shocked when she heard the conversation between the father and daughter, "Husband, do you mean to agree to marry An An?"
Shen Wen patted the back of her hand without saying anything, and Shen Anan immediately comforted her, "Mom, don't worry, your daughter is already the principal wife now, and if this was really done by the Fourth Prince, doesn't it show that he has a deep affection for his daughter?"
Madam Shen pursed her lips, lowered her head slightly, her eyes red, "The imperial decree has been issued, is there any other way out for our Shen family?"
The whole family was silent, as if Shen Anan was about to go to some dangerous place.
"In four days, it will be the 23rd. We should prepare everything for An An's dowry. Although our Shen family is not as well off as before, we cannot be shabby and let our daughter suffer in vain for the most important event of her life."
Shen Wen gently instructed his wife, and Mrs. Shen nodded. She felt very uncomfortable whenever she thought that her daughter, who had only been with her for a few months, was going to get married again.
"Originally, the 23rd was He'er's scheduled marriage. Everything is ready in the mansion. All we need to do is prepare the dowry."
The dowry had been slowly accumulated since Shen Anan was born, and now the dowry list had been made very long by her.
"Master." The servant hurried into the hall and reported, "The Fourth Prince has arrived, and he has already reached the archway with hanging flowers."
Upon hearing this, Shen Wen immediately stood up and walked out.
Seeing several people walking on the corridor from afar, Xiao Yuan's eyes flickered, and he lowered his eyes to look at the robe on his body again.
"Master, don't worry. Your clothes are clean and your hair is not messy." Qing'an reminded in a low voice.
Xiao Yuan glanced at him coldly, then looked up and continued walking forward.
The next sentence of Qing'an's speech was stuck in his throat, - It seems that the girl from the Shen family is not among the people who are here to pick you up.
Xiao Yuan naturally noticed it at this moment, and the corners of his lips slowly drooped.
The gentle smile turned wooden again.
He had been busy for so many days and came to find her as soon as he got the news. How could she be so heartless! !
"The Fourth Prince." Shen Wen and Shen Changhe first bowed to him before leading him into the palace.
Arriving at the flower hall, Xiao Yuan took a quick look but still couldn't see the man. His expression became even more gloomy.
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