"If we don't take this risky approach, how can we arouse his compassion and keep him here?" She leaned against the couch, her fingertips twirling the gold thread. "You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub."
She has been frail since childhood.
In order to prevent infighting within the inner quarters, they always kept pills that could induce illness.
Of course, there is also an antidote.
Before entering the temple, she secretly took the medicine and deliberately knelt in the hall for a day, which caused her old illness to relapse and led to this scheme.
If Yan Zhuoxu remained unmoved, she would simply "faint" in the temple.
Could it be that he would break the precept against killing and throw himself out?
Fortunately, he did not stand by and watch someone die.
Shen Bi said worriedly, "Miss has a perfect plan, but Master Kongji's meditation room is far away from us, and it's raining outside. He only agreed to let us stay for one night. How can Miss get close to him?"
Shen Zhiyi lifted her eyelids and looked at the increasingly intense night outside.
A faint smile touched her lips.
"Once you feel compassion, you'll feel it again and again, countless times."
"Besides..." She looked at Chen Bi and blinked, "He has been exceptionally intelligent since childhood, and he is proud and arrogant. Since he started studying medicine, he has never made a mistake. How could he allow himself to make a mistake?"
Shen Bi was surprised: "Miss means..."
Night fell, and the sound of rain grew increasingly loud.
Yan Zhuoxu sat cross-legged on the futon and recited the Heart Sutra.
The fleeting image reflected on the screen and the faint, lingering flutter in his fingertips were both suppressed.
The prayer beads were turned silently, over and over again.
Outside the door, the little novice monk suddenly cried out in alarm.
"Master Kongchen! Something terrible has happened!"
"The female benefactor has taken the medicine you prescribed and is now vomiting uncontrollably!"
"You should go and take a look!"
The prayer beads stopped abruptly.
Yan Zhuoxu raised his eyes and looked at the flickering candlelight on the ever-burning lamp, his fingers clenching tightly.
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