After hearing what the abbot said, Su Zhan looked up at Ye Wanhe.
Zhao Yun frowned slightly and looked at Ye Wanhe's lower abdomen.
Ye Wanhe hurriedly said, "Master Abbot, I just have a stomachache and am nauseous. I'm not pregnant. I just had my period."
When Ye Wanhe mentioned menstruation, she glanced at Zhao Yun out of the corner of her eye and felt relieved to see that he didn't suspect anything.
The abbot said, "Amitabha."
Zhao Yun said to the abbot, "I will go to the main hall to burn incense. Please clean up the Buddhist hall."
"Yes, Your Highness."
There are many pilgrims today, and many daughters of officials have come here to kneel and worship devoutly in the hope of rising to prominence in the future.
The abbot of the temple sent a martial monk to guard the gate, saying that a distinguished person was coming. The pilgrims were all discussing who the distinguished person was and why he had such a grand ceremony.
The other daughters did not leave either. They watched from afar and saw His Royal Highness the Crown Prince enter the Buddhist hall.
Zhao Yun entered the Buddhist temple and took three incense sticks to worship.
Ye Wanhe, who was standing by, took the burning incense from Zhao Yun after he finished praying.
Ye Wanhe inserted the three incense sticks in her hand into the incense burner in front of her, but she didn't know why, when she inserted the incense, the hot incense ash fell on the back of her hand, burning her badly.
Ye Wanhe had no choice but to endure the pain.
I saw Zhao Yun and the abbot going to discuss Buddhism.
Ye Wanhe hurriedly went to find a place with mountain spring water, and the cold spring water washed away the burns from the incense ash on her hands.
"Sister He."
Ye Wanhe heard Su Zhan's voice behind her. She turned around and said with a smile in her eyes, "Brother Su."
Su Zhan saw the red burn marks on the back of Ye Wanhe's hand and asked, "What's going on?"
Ye Wanhe said, "I got burned by the incense ash. Maybe I lied in the Buddhist land and was punished."
Su Zhan looked at Ye Wanhe and said, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince treats you badly, doesn't he?"
Ye Wanhe smiled faintly, "His Highness is very kind to me. He even took me out of the palace today and asked me to come and pay my respects to my aunt and uncle."
Su Zhan said, "If he really cared about you, he wouldn't have let you be a maidservant in the palace for the rest of your life... It's also because of my incompetence that I couldn't accomplish anything and save you from the palace."
Ye Wanhe said, "Being a slave in the palace is pretty good. I only need to serve His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and I don't have to do a lot of the dirty and hard work."
Su Zhan looked at Ye Wanhe gravely, "In the Buddhist world, lies are forbidden. Sister He, you are not a man who lies at all."
Su Zhan took out a medicine jar from a pouch he was carrying. He opened the ointment inside the jar and said, "You can't just use spring water to wash off your burns. This ointment is from Renyuan Pharmacy and is specially used to treat burns."
As he spoke, Su Zhan held Ye Wanhe's hand with one hand.
Su Zhan took the ointment with a minty scent and applied it to Ye Wanhe.
Ye Wanhe did not take her hand away from Su Zhan. She recalled that when she was a child, she went to the mountains to play in spring. At noon, when several children were grilling fish, she was accidentally burned by the charcoal fire. Su Zhan also applied ointment to her so gently.
The happy childhood of that time seems like a thing of the past life.
Su Zhan lowered his head and gently applied the ointment on the back of Ye Wanhe's hand, whispering, "I will wait for you. As long as His Highness doesn't give you a status, I will wait for you to leave the palace..."
Ye Wanhe said: "You don't have to wait for me."
Su Zhan said: "I will wait for you, no matter when you can leave the palace, as long as you are not married and have no official status, I will always wait for you to leave the palace and be my wife."
Ye Wanhe said with tears in her eyes: "Brother Su, why are you doing this?"
Su Zhan held Ye Wanhe's wrist tightly, chuckled and said, "I decided when I was very young that you would be my wife... Your Highness can't give you a title, but I can give it to you, no matter if you are forty, fifty, or sixty when you leave the palace...
As long as I am alive, we will be husband and wife when you leave the palace, even if we are both gray-haired by then, just being husband and wife for one day is fine."
Ye Wanhe's heart skipped a beat when she heard Su Zhan's words.
"Oh."
Ye Wanhe heard a burst of cold laughter coming from behind her, and she felt a chill down her spine.
Ye Wanhe hurriedly withdrew her wrist from Su Zhan's hand, and with her heart pounding, she turned around and looked at Zhao Yun behind her: "Your Highness..."
"come over!"
Ye Wanhe hurried to Zhao Yun's side.
Zhao Yun reached out and touched Ye Wanhe's right wrist. He said coldly to the guards behind him, "Chop off both of Su's hands."
"Your Highness!" Ye Wanhe knelt down hurriedly and said, "Your Highness..."
Zhao Yun looked down at Ye Wanhe and said, "If you beg for mercy, I will not only cut off his two hands, but also let him touch my things."
Su Zhan bowed respectfully to Zhao Yun and said, "Your Highness, I would never dare to compete with you for something. However, what you despise is a treasure in my heart. Since you can't give Wan He a status, she is just a palace maid and will leave the palace sooner or later. I have waited for twelve years, and I don't mind waiting another fifteen or twenty years..."
Zhao Yun calmly ordered the guards behind him, "Go, chop off both of his hands."
Ye Wanhe kowtowed to Zhao Yun and said, "Your Highness, this is a sacred Buddhist place, and blood should not be seen."
Zhao Yun lowered his head and looked at Ye Wanhe, "It was because of the importance of Buddhism that I didn't kill him. How dare a man touch the wrist of a palace maid?"
Ye Wanhe hurriedly said, "Your Highness, Your Highness, your wedding is imminent, and seeing blood at this moment... is truly inappropriate, Your Highness..."
Zhao Yun became increasingly irritated as Ye Wanhe repeatedly called him "Your Highness." He coldly shouted at the guards, "What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and do something."
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