Li Mandi quickly helped her up: "Juan Niang, why did you come out? The doctor told you to stay in your room and rest."
Huang Juan pushed him away and walked to the door. She gave a slight bow and said, "We were unaware that a Taoist priest had come. We apologize for our neglect. Please come inside and have a chat."
Li Mandi was pushed and stumbled, but dared not utter a sound, watching helplessly as Huang Juan invited the Taoist priest into the listening room.
Bai Xue looked at Li Wenyi and blinked innocently, "Brother, aren't we going in?"
Li Wenyi chuckled. Did it make a big difference whether they went in or not? They would definitely be called in later anyway, so they might as well go in now and try to get leniency.
Several chairs had appeared in the room, seemingly found from some obscure corner. They were covered in dust and quite old, making a creaking sound when you sat on them.
This Taoist priest, who looked like a "reclusive master," sat in the main seat, stroking his beard and smiling at everyone, as if this were a magnificent palace rather than a dilapidated hut.
"Where did this expert come from?" The old woman spoke in her usual sarcastic tone, her eyes scanning the Taoist priest up and down, as if to say: This is a fraud, isn't it? I wonder where this fraudster came from, daring to spout such nonsense here!
The Taoist priest stroked his beard, but didn't say a word, completely disregarding the old woman.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little awkward, but Huang Juan seemed oblivious, staring at the Taoist priest and asking, word by word, "I was supposed to have two sons and two daughters, a destiny of having many children and grandchildren, right?"
Li Mandi was startled, not expecting that she had overheard their conversation at the door. He stammered, "Juanniang, that's not what the Daoist Master meant..."
"I want to hear what the Taoist priest says himself!" Huang Juan interrupted Li Mandi, her voice soft but firm.
Ye Shuang glanced at Huang Juan, her expression inscrutable. This Juan Niang seemed to have reached the depths of despair. Could it be that she would be the one to make the final move? But whoever it was, Ye Shuang, as a spectator, was happy to watch the show.
The Taoist priest stroked his beard and nodded with a smile: "Yes, what a pity."
No one cared more about her grandson than the old lady. Upon hearing the Taoist priest's words, she became anxious: "What do you mean by that, Taoist priest? What's the pity? Does it mean there was hope?"
The Taoist priest glanced at the old lady and shook his head: "Indeed, but with you around, even if you have many sons in your destiny, it's all in vain."
The old woman's face turned ashen. She pointed at the Taoist priest in disbelief, her voice filled with panic: "You...you mean, my grandson died because of me? Nonsense! Utter nonsense! I loved my grandson the most, how could I kill him?"
The Taoist priest shook his head helplessly, looked at the old lady, and said bluntly, "Do you really think the sins you committed when you were young will not come back to haunt you? Since you caused them so much pain, they will naturally want you to feel the same way."
After saying that, the Taoist priest snorted coldly, not wanting to say another word to her, and turned and left.
Upon hearing this, the old lady seemed to realize something and was immediately shocked and frightened. She wanted to ask something, but when she looked closely, the Taoist priest was nowhere to be seen.
The courtyard was deserted, with the gate still closed intact and the melodious bell gone, as if the Taoist priest had been nothing more than a hallucination.
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