Not long after, at dawn, outside the city gate of the city of Yi.
A large carriage, pulled by two tall, black horses, slowly moved into the distance, leaving behind only a city as silent as a tomb.
Zhong Lihe looked at the two lifeless figures on the bed and sighed heavily, but his sighs disappeared into the chilly morning, vanishing without a trace.
...
"What?"
Gongsun Yu stared wide-eyed at Gongsun Yue, veins bulging on his forehead, and asked incredulously, "Do you know what you're saying?"
At this moment, Gongsun Yue seemed to have lost her soul, her eyes were empty and lifeless, like a walking corpse.
She knelt down, slowly lowered her head, and said in a calm but firm voice, "Father, your mind is made up. I beg you to grant my request."
Before she could finish speaking, she collapsed heavily to the ground, as if she had exhausted all her strength.
"You unfilial and disobedient son! I will absolutely not agree to this! Get out of here!"
Gongsun Yu was trembling with rage. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to calm his anger, and refused to look at Gongsun Yue again.
However, Gongsun Yue did not leave. Instead, he continued, "Does Father really intend to force me like this?"
Upon hearing this, Gongsun Yu suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with anger. He was about to rebuke Gongsun Yue, but the next moment he was stunned by the scene before him and couldn't utter a single word.
Suddenly, Gongsun Yue appeared to have a gleaming dagger in her hand, which was now held against her fair and slender neck.
Because the blade was exceptionally sharp, a shallow wound had been cut into Gongsun Yue's neck, and blood flowed down the wound, forming a shocking bloodstain.
But Gongsun Yue's eyes remained empty, as if he didn't care at all about what he had done.
She whispered, "Father, I'm sorry." Then she gently turned the dagger in her hand, pressing the blade a few more inches deeper into her neck...
Her grip tightened, and she wanted to plunge the knife into her neck.
"No."
Gongsun Lan had just passed by when she saw this scene. She flashed over and knocked the dagger out of Gongsun Yue's hand, shouting hoarsely, "Royal sister, why did you do this?"
Gongsun Lan looked at Gongsun Yue in disbelief, her eyes filled with heartache.
My sister wasn't like this before...
The older sister used to be warm, cheerful, and exceptionally gentle.
Since meeting He You, Sister A has gradually changed, becoming cruel, selfish, and reckless.
But why is this happening? He really doesn't understand.
"Lan'er..."
Gongsun Yue looked at Gongsun Lan, and a trace of emotion finally appeared in her empty eyes. Tears slowly flowed from her eyes, and she finally showed a glimmer of life.
Gongsun Yu, heartbroken, slowly said, "Go then!"
"Thank you for your kindness, Father." After saying this, Gongsun Yue became vacant again, no longer looking at the people behind her, and walked out.
"Sister..." Gongsun Lan called out loudly, her voice trembling. Gongsun Yue stopped, but only for a second.
They continued resolutely onward, without looking back.
"I'm sorry, Father, Mother, Lan'er..."
Outside the city, there is Qianyuan Temple.
Master Jikong stood solemnly in the main hall in front of the Buddha Hall, and said earnestly, "Princess, have you really thought this through?"
Gongsun Yue resolutely replied, "Master, there's no need to persuade me further; my mind is made up."
Ji Kong slowly closed his eyes, his tone indifferent, "This is a tribulation in the princess's destiny. Everything is predestined. I bestow upon you the Dharma name Wang Wu, hoping that the princess can find the pure land in her heart as soon as possible."
"Thank you, Master."
The nun beside her slowly shaved off Gongsun Yue's hair, the black strands falling gently, just like the past and the hair itself, quietly landing and disappearing with the wind.
Ji Kong turned around calmly, his voice carried by the wind: "Excellent! Excellent! The Buddha is compassionate, form is emptiness, emptiness is form."
"Puti originally had no trees."
Even a bright mirror is not a stand.
Originally there was nothing.
Where does the dust settle?
Everything is predetermined.
...
From then on, the capital city lost Princess Ping Le, and Qianyuan Temple gained a nun named Wang Wu.
“Illusion is nothingness, illusion is nothingness, all illusions are fruitless.”
As time goes by, everything will disappear without a trace.
Like the dewdrops on lotus leaves in the early morning, slowly sliding into the water, so fast and so decisive, without a trace of lingering attachment.
Time flies like an arrow; the past, the past events, repeat themselves again and again, until finally everything returns to dust and vanishes without a trace.
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