Since the day Hongchen cured Linghu Lan, he has never left Baoguang Temple.
His words of gratitude were merely lip service.
Linghu Lan was busy with important matters and was in a hurry to quell the rebellion, so she didn't have time to look for Hongchen. As a result, many days passed without them meeting again.
The mountain won't come to me; I have no choice but to go to the mountain.
Unable to rely on the mortal world, Linghu Lan instructed her attendants to set a date for her to take Jiang Wujiang to Baoguang Temple to offer incense.
The emperor's travels were extremely complicated.
Choosing a date and making preparations is another hassle.
This day.
Linghu Lan is reading a memorial.
The document came from Yucheng.
After Yucheng was captured, Linghu Lan ordered all memorials from Yucheng to be sent directly to her desk.
The memorial was written by the old prince who adorned Jiang Xinwei with a ceremonial crown when she ascended the throne, requesting to return to the capital.
"When the traitor ascended the throne, this old minister, following the Regent's orders, replaced the ceremonial hat with one that the Regent had sent from the capital by express courier. This old minister, despite his advanced age, is still able to serve the court, for which he is greatly gratified. Now, feeling that his days are numbered, this old minister earnestly requests the Regent's permission to return to the capital to pay respects to his ancestors..."
Linghu Lan frowned as she looked at the memorial.
The palace maid serving him with writing brush and ink said gently, "When the late emperor was alive, this old prince offended him and was forbidden from returning to the capital for the rest of his life."
I see.
Linghu Lan wrote with a flourish, "Approved!"
If she hadn't switched the crown used for Jiang Xinwei's coronation with her own crown covered in thunderstorm symbols, Jiang Xinwei's coronation ceremony wouldn't have been ruined.
The subsequent sieges will not be so easy.
This can be considered as making up for the mistakes with good deeds.
Now that everyone in the world knows that Jiang Wujiang is the True Dragon Goddess, her mission is half complete.
I had just finished my work when someone outside the door informed me.
"Your Majesty, the ceremonial procession to Baoguang Temple is ready. Your Majesty and the Regent may depart."
Linghu Lan nodded and pulled Jiang Wujiang out gracefully.
...
Many days later.
The old prince, far away in Yucheng, received the imperial edict of approval from the capital and couldn't help but shed tears of joy.
After more than thirty years, I can finally return to Beijing again.
...
Baoguang Temple.
It was cleaned thoroughly, inside and out.
A group of monks, dressed in kasayas, waited patiently for the emperor and regent to come and offer incense.
The abbot pondered the scriptures repeatedly in his mind. The regent would be listening to the sermons later, and he needed to think carefully about how to deliver them.
His gaze drifted to Hongchen beside him.
His appearance was pure and refined, his countenance dignified and solemn, and his eyes never strayed.
The abbot heard about the courtly treatment Hongchen received in the palace, and also about how the regent, in a fit of rage, killed the envoy from the Wushui Kingdom for Hongchen's sake.
Currently, the Wushui Kingdom is mobilizing its troops to attack the Yu Kingdom.
The Yu Kingdom has just quelled an internal rebellion and is currently mobilizing troops and provisions to head to the frontier.
People say that beautiful women are a source of trouble in the mortal world.
The abbot, however, did not think so. He believed that the battle was bound to happen sooner or later, and that the mortal world was merely a prelude, or even less than a prelude.
After all, the regent intended to kill the envoy from the Wushui Kingdom.
Seeing Hongchen's solemn expression, the abbot comforted him.
“Amitabha! If you are uneasy, you should rest in your room. I will apologize to His Majesty on your behalf.”
"Thank you, Master. I am doing well. I am grateful for your concern."
Hongchen thought for a moment, then stood there straight.
The master said that he had to go through a tribulation in the mortal world before he could be ordained and cultivate himself, and then make great progress.
He didn't know where his calamity lay, but he had a gut feeling that it was related to the regent.
The tribulation has come; we must simply endure it!
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