His doubts made Zong Zheng Zhiyuan's eyes flash with guilt.
"Why are you asking so many questions?"
"Just now, I just asked the abbot to pray for the soul of our stillborn child."
"That's when I got a little emotional."
"Everything is fine now, help me up and leave."
Zhang Tingyu didn't seem to dare to ask any more questions. He helped Zong Zheng Zhiyuan up and left the Guanyin Temple.
But as he walked down the stairs, he suddenly turned around to look at the man in the hall who was wearing a cassock, with his eyes closed and not saying a word.
Zhang Tingyu's eyes were now filled with resentment and hatred.
Xie Huaiyuan, it turns out that my daughter is your child!
You two really are having an affair!
This is intolerable.
I will make you pay back a hundredfold for the humiliation you two have inflicted on me, Zhang Tingyu!
After the princess and her husband left, Jiaguan suddenly knelt on the cushion in front of the Guanyin statue.
"Yue'er, are you back to see me?"
"If you can really speak, could you please say one more sentence for me to hear?"
However, the palace was dead silent, with only the sound of wind blowing through the hall.
Jia Guan lowered his brows dejectedly: "I know you still hate me."
"But just now, it wasn't my illusion, was it?"
"If you hadn't stopped me, I would have committed the murder."
"It's been over twenty years...it's actually been twenty-six years since that incident."
"When you were still alive, I chanted sutras and prayed for you every day."
"If you die, I will chant sutras for your salvation every day."
"But you still hate me!"
"Didn't you manage to maintain your innocence in the end? Am I truly unforgivable?"
"I am locked up in Ningyuan Temple, forbidden to leave for the rest of my life. This is already my punishment. Aren't you satisfied?"
"I know that no matter how many sutras I recite, I am not worthy of your forgiveness. But Yue'er, you refuse to appear in my dreams for even one day. I really can't accept this—"
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