Chapter 27 Chapter 27 She wanted to see him.
Yun Wu actually doesn’t celebrate her birthday that often.
Her mother died young, and she managed to survive for a while after giving birth to her, which was better than Xie Yi's. But no one in the Yun family remembered when her birthday was, and no one specially celebrated it for her.
Madam Yun was a good mother, but she was devoted to Yun Hui and Yun Xin. Every birthday, she would prepare a feast, prepare new clothes, and dress the children beautifully, ensuring they spent the day in joy.
Every time Yun Wu saw it, she felt envious.
When it was her turn, it wasn't lonely either.
Her birthday was on the seventh day of the seventh month, a good day when lovers meet on the Magpie Bridge. The streets were crowded with people, and Yun Wu was among them. She went outside for a lively walk, looked at the river lanterns floating on the moat, and enjoyed the fireworks in the night, and regarded it as the end of the day.
As for new clothes, food, wine, and gifts, of course there were none.
As for Xie Yi in Jinyun Temple, he didn't even experience the excitement of the crowd.
Yun Wu had dinner absentmindedly, and returned to the yard, looking frequently at the empty seat by the window.
What is Xie Yi doing at this moment?
Did you have dinner today? Did you take your medicine as instructed?
His birthday is coming soon. Will he spend it in such a sloppy way this year?
he……
She wants to see him.
A bold idea arose in Yun Wu's mind.
When the idea first emerged, she was shocked. But once it took root, it grew wildly, flourishing overnight, leaving her with a chaotic dream. In the dream, she saw a vague figure sitting alone in the empty hall.
When she opened her eyes the next day, she had made up her mind.
She had never been so bold in her life. This determination strengthened her courage, so she went to find Mrs. Xie and told her that she also wanted to go to Jinyun Temple.
After listening to her, Mrs. Xie said calmly, "Go if you want."
She said, "If you want to stay a few more days, tell the servants to pack more luggage and come back with Sanlang."
After she finished speaking, Mrs. Xie smiled and said, "It's just a small matter. If you want to do it, just do it. There's no need to ask for my opinion so early in the morning."
Everything went incredibly smoothly. No one tried to stop her, and no one said anything against it. This sudden burst of courage was indulged and magnified, without even a moment of hesitation. Yun Wu went back to pack her luggage, but before she had finished packing her luggage, the carriage was already waiting at the door.
Before everyone else got up, she got in the carriage and set off.
When she set out, the sky was dark and overcast, with black clouds rolling in, and it looked like it was going to rain.
Chun'er was worried: "Third Young Madam, why don't we leave tomorrow?"
"It may not rain." Yun Wu said.
By tomorrow, she might not have the courage.
Even the overcast midsummer wind was hot and humid. As they were leaving the city, they passed a prison van. The prisoner inside was disheveled and haggard, his once pampered face visible through his shaggy, frosty hair. Chun'er quickly retracted her head.
The prison van wobbled past and slowly drove towards the execution ground.
Yun Wu glanced at it, then absentmindedly looked away, gazing towards the distant Jinyun Temple. The dull wind blew the soft hair on her temples, and on her soft face, a pair of watery almond eyes shone like stars.
It was not until the evening that Duke Xie learned that Yun Wu had gone to Jinyun Temple. The news was told to him by Madam Xie.
Lord Xie was stunned when he heard this: "She went to Jinyun Temple?"
Mrs. Xie couldn't help laughing as she spoke. "She came over early in the morning and asked if she could go to Jinyun Temple to see Sanlang. She looked like she was afraid I'd refuse. But there was nothing wrong with going to Jinyun Temple, so she went."
Lord Xie: “…”
He turned and looked out the window.
Outside the window, the wind and rain were howling, and the whole capital city was bathed in heavy rain, as if a big hand was washing away the old grievances and filth.
The blood left after the execution on the execution ground was washed away by the heavy rain, and when the sun rises, tomorrow will be a new day.
Lord Xie sighed, "Alright."
…
Distant mountains outside Beijing.
In the evening, Jinyun Temple.
The sky was dark, with swirling dark clouds. The clouds were so low that they enveloped the mountain temple in the twilight like darkness.
The palace was completely silent, with only hundreds of thousands of eternal lamps burning quietly.
Xie Yi, eyes closed, dressed in a simple, pale blue monk's robe, sat cross-legged on a cushion. The narrow, darkened room was empty except for a nameless, eternally burning lamp on the table before him.
There was a faint and ethereal sound of Sanskrit coming from afar, stirring the bean fire in the lamp.
I don't know how much time passed before I heard a creaking sound and someone gently pushed open the door of the quiet room.
The shadow stretched immensely long, illuminated by the light from outside, dragging to Xie Yi's side before being swallowed up by the darkness. Xie Yi sat there, his head bowed, his breathing light and shallow, like a stone statue, his eyelids still.
"Your Highness," the man said, "Wei Lian has been executed."
Xie Yi remained silent.
The man came and said, "The emperor has withdrawn the charges against the Zhang family and restored their former glory. Zhang Yan has taken back his old property and is waiting for your orders at any time."
"Sun Wenyuan and the others were all convicted, dismissed from their posts or exiled. The unjust verdicts of that year have been overturned. My subordinates have already begun spreading the news in Beijing. Soon, everyone will know the truth."
"The emperor had no suspicions. It had been so many years since the incident, and he had no idea you were still alive."
"Your Highness..."
Zhou Qing took a step back, lowered his head respectfully and watched Xie Yi light a stick of incense in front of the eternal lamp, and walked out of the quiet room with his eyes fixed on him.
Wei Lian was the mastermind behind an old case from more than 20 years ago. The orphan of the Zhang family sounded the drum to appeal for justice and reopened the murder case with evidence from that year. Now that Wei Lian has been beheaded, the matter has been closed.
At that time, the former crown prince was falsely accused of heinous crimes. He refused to plead guilty and was executed, so he launched a coup and later committed suicide. His subordinates in the Eastern Palace were also implicated. Officials who supported the former crown prince, such as Mr. Zhang, were convicted and their property was confiscated. A few of his former subordinates escaped and scattered everywhere.
The former crown prince was a virtuous and kind man, always respectful to the wise and humble. His former subordinates had long known his innocence, but, leaderless, they had no clues to clear the situation. Just when they were about to give up, the orphan prince appeared before them. He had recruited his former subordinates while they were still young, and now, at last, their day has come.
He seemed to be guided by gods, or was extremely intelligent. Although he was in the Compassionate Buddhist Temple, he could see the overall situation and play with everyone's hearts at his fingertips, causing the capital to change drastically. He planned everything and perfectly overturned the unjust case of that year.
The grievances of the late former crown prince have been cleared, and his former subordinates have seen hope of reviving the family from this crown prince. According to the plan, after the grievances of the former crown prince have been cleared, they will assist His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to ascend the throne.
When the people think of the former crown prince’s kindness, they will also feel indignant about what he had to endure during his lifetime, and they will even feel that the Crown Prince in front of them is the legitimate heir!
But this plan was stopped.
The one who called a halt was not someone else, but His Royal Highness the Crown Prince himself.
He said he had no intention of ascending to the throne and asked everyone to leave.
Now that we have reached this point and see the light at the end of the tunnel, how can we give up?!
The throne of the emperor should have belonged to their Highness!
Zhou Qing clenched his fists and said unwillingly, "Your Highness, we await your orders!"
Xie Yi ignored him and walked out of the hall where the eternal lamp was enshrined.
Outside the house, a strong wind started to blow and heavy rain began to fall.
The strong wind blowing in messed up the eternal lights in the hall. Xie Yi stepped barefoot on the cold stone floor, with the corners of his light blue monk robe fluttering in the wind. He faced the cold rain on his face, and his stern eyes pierced through the rain curtain, gazing at the green mountains in the distance beyond the rain and fog.
Everything in the world was shrouded in the sudden rain, dark clouds covered the sky, strong winds swept the ground, and the scattered branches and leaves were blown up and rolled to somewhere unknown in the sky.
Just like him at this moment, his heart and soul are wandering and he doesn't know where to go.
Since his rebirth, the only thing he had to do was to clear his biological father's name.
Although he was in Jinyun Temple, he was aware of all the changes in the capital and manipulated the development of the situation. Now that the old case was overturned and his biological father's injustice was completely washed away, the goal he had been working hard for since he learned his life story at a young age was achieved. The eternal lamp was filled with oil, and he no longer had any goals.
Once he lived high in the mountains, it seemed as if the world was within his reach.
Later, after falling from the clouds, he realized that his body was like a broken stem, drifting with the current. He knew what Zhou Qing wanted.
They hoped that he could ascend to that supreme position and bring them supreme glory.
The world is bustling with people all seeking profit, and it is human nature to curry favor with the powerful. However, it is just a dream of rebirth, and the flashy past is like waking up from a dream. Those are no longer what he wants.
And his home...
"Master!"
A servant came running over: "The Third Young Madam is here!"
Xie Yi paused.
Before I could react, he was already walking towards the mountain gate.
Outside Jinyun Temple, a carriage arrived in the rain and wind, stopping at the gate. Yun Wu was helped out of the carriage, her embroidered shoes plunging into the puddle.
Although she set out early in the morning, the weather did not go as she wished. It started to rain halfway and the road was muddy and difficult to walk on. The half-day journey was difficult and she had to stop and start all the way. It took her almost the entire day and she arrived in the evening.
The dusk was dark, filled with rain and fog. Amidst the bitter wind and rain, the slightest bit of light was hidden behind the dark clouds, and the shadows of the trees in the mountains were as eerie as ghosts.
Yun Wu lowered her head to identify the road conditions, and suddenly heard Chun'er beside her getting excited.
"Third Young Madam, it seems someone has come out."
She looked up suddenly and saw a thin figure in a plain monk's robe walking out of the gate of Jinyun Temple.
The rain and fog made the figures vague. She couldn't see clearly and couldn't tell who the person was, but she had an inexplicable premonition that it was Xie Yi.
Yun Wu's eyes suddenly shone brightly, as if the light from the sky had fallen into them: "Husband!"
A cheerful smile subconsciously appeared on her cheek. She took the umbrella from Chun'er's hand, lifted the hem of her skirt and walked quickly towards him.
The strong wind blew the umbrella ribs and raindrops hit the umbrella surface with crackling sounds. She could see Xie Yi's figure in the distance. Although he was right in front of her, she was reluctant to slow down. The longing that gave her courage became heavier and heavier. She walked faster and faster, driven by the urgency in her heart. Even Chun'er could not catch up with her.
She trotted over the long steps, covered in dust, and happily ran into Xie Yi's arms.
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