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News of what happened in the palace quickly reached outside the palace. Some people who were on good terms with Bao Fu Cheng immediately sent the news to the Bao Mansion.

When Madam Bao heard the news, she felt her vision go black and her mind temporarily empty. She forcibly pinched her palm to wake herself up. She took a deep breath, gritted her teeth and sent people to pack their bags to leave.

A quarter of an hour later, Madame Bao was seated in the carriage.

Madam Bao knew very well that her family had already disappeared. If she wanted to speak up in the capital, she had to call out Bao Fu's father, Prince Bao.

Prince Bao called Bao Qingyu over. She was the only foreign prince left in the capital who didn't hold any position. No one could guess what the emperor was thinking. It seemed to be a kind of honor, but it also seemed to be a kind of contempt.

Madam Bao looked at the solemn Cloud Rites Temple in front of her, feeling a wave of sadness in her heart. Not only did the shade of the lush green tree cover up the sunlight, it also wrapped itself around her heart like silk cocoons, making her feel exceptionally heavy. Her heart was so heavy that she was too lazy to even beat it.

The butler knocked on the gate of the Cloud Temple and a young monk about ten years old opened it.

After the butler and the young monk said this, the young monk bowed respectfully and closed the door.

Madam Bao sat in the palanquin with her eyes closed, quietly listening to the birds chirping and the wind blowing outside the palanquin.

After a long time, the gate of the Cloud Temple finally opened again. The young monk rolled his eyes and said with a face full of curiosity, "Grandmaster Appreciation allowed this young monk to bring you in."

It was often the surname of Mrs. Bao's family.

Madam Bao got off the palanquin and followed the young monk into the Cloud Temple.

In the distance, Mrs. Bao heard the sound of wooden fish being knocked.

Knock! Knock! Tap... The rhythmic tapping sound was calming, as if it contained an endless amount of power, restrained and reserved.

The young monk brought Madam Bao to the main hall and bowed. "Master Enlightenment is waiting in the main hall."

The young monk turned around and left. Madam Bao smiled bitterly. She had always been the only one waiting for him to turn around. Who would wait for her?

When Madam Bao entered the hall, she saw a thin man wearing a grayish-brown monastic robe sitting upright on a prayer mat. His face was tranquil, as if he was in the depths of a deep mountain with no ripples on the azure lake. The wooden pestle in the man's hand struck against the wooden fish with a fixed rhythm, and he began to mumble something. Listening carefully, one could tell it was the Great Polo Mi. The man's gentle voice was like the spring breeze blowing past, causing layers of ripples to appear.

"Did Buddha respond to your confession?" Madame Bao stepped forward and knelt on the prayer mat beside the man. She clasped her hands together and kowtowed three times towards the Buddha statue, then calmly stood up and lit three pillars of Buddhist incense, inserting them into the incense burner.

Smoke curled up into the air. When Madam Bao looked up, what she saw was a blur.

The sound of the wooden fish paused for a moment before continuing. It was calm and orderly.

"You are punishing yourself, you are punishing me. Qingyu, stop being paralyzed by yourself. " Madam Bao walked over to Bao Qingyu and knelt down. Her words were laced with grief.

The sound of the wooden fish continuously rang out. Knock! Tap...

Having had enough, Madame Bao snatched the wooden fish away, raised it high and shouted, "Look at me."

The wooden fish had been used for many years, and its exterior was already covered with a layer of pulp, its tentacles smooth and exquisite.

Bao Qingyu looked at Madam Bao. After so many years of courtesy, there was more gentleness on his face, and less murderous intent. He was so unfamiliar that Madame Bao almost didn't recognize him.

"Sir, please behave yourself." Bao Qingyu said with a calm and peaceful tone.

The only thing she was familiar with was the ability to make her lose control when she opened her mouth. Madam Bao was dignified and steady in front of others. If she was alone in front of him, she would eventually become a shrew.

She did her best to restrain herself, but she was always provoked by his indifferent tone to the point where she could not speak properly. Rage assaulted her heart.

"Your son is now in prison! Read it, only recite it for Losers! Wang Yuxi was not coming back either. She was dead! You killed her! " Lady Bao was so angry that the wooden fish fell to the ground and made a loud noise.

Bao Qingyu seemed oblivious as she kept away from the issue. He stood up, picked up the wooden fish, and continued beating it.

"In any case, if he dies, I'll let him go. In such a big palace, there's no point in me guarding it by myself. It's just something you don't want." Madam Bao felt disheartened. In the end, she was the one who had cheated.

Madam Bao gloomily walked away. When she walked out of the main hall, she saw a towering ancient tree covered in red ropes. She felt absent-minded for a moment, as if she had returned to her youth.

Her first meeting with Bao Qingyu was also here. Ever since she was young, she knew that she had a fiance named Bao Qingyu. However, because she lived in Jiangnan all year round, she had never met her husband.

That day, her mother brought her to the Cloud Temple, and her mother went into the main hall, leaving her outside. She happily asked for a marriage contract under the tree, but there was only one sign down. She was so angry that she cried, not wanting others to watch the show, so she shook off her maidservant and hid in a corner. Luckily, Bao Qingyu came to her rescue. At that time, she didn't know that the person in front of her was her fiancé, but her heart was palpitating.

Before she could say a word to her savior, Wang Yuxi entered the arena and left with Bao Qingyu.

Later on, just like the other married women she loathed, she exhausted all her strategies and strategies. In the end, Wang Yuxi was disheartened by Bao Qingyu and married off to Zhuo Tianxing, who was just a field officer at the time. He also got what he wanted and married Bao Qingyu.

Later on, because of the imperial power struggle, Zhuo Tianxing died on the battlefield, and Wang Yuxi also died in love. Bao Qingyu had played an important role in the imperial power struggle. He had anticipated the death of Zhuo Tianxing, but he hadn't guessed Wang Yuxi's choice.

Thus, his heart died as well.

After waiting for the imperial department to calm down a bit, he left the imperial court and stayed at the Cloud Temple to train.

Madam Bao felt a hint of sweetness in her throat. She swallowed a mouthful of saliva, braced herself, straightened her back, and resolutely left the Cloud Temple.

The servant girl outside the door did not expect Madam Bao to come out so quickly. She was stunned and quickly regained her senses, then stepped forward to support her.

"Madam, are we returning to the Duke's Mansion?" the butler asked.

Madam Bao really wanted to say that she would go to the palace to take a look at the situation, but she swallowed her words and said, "Let's go back."

So what if she knew the situation? She didn't have the ability. She would only cause trouble for Lin Yi and the others.

Right after Madam Bao left, Lin Yi went to find Bao Qingyu. Perhaps Bao Qingyu had guessed what he was thinking and did not see him.

The young monk looked at Lin Yi in fear.

Lin Yi was silent for a moment, then he asked the little monk to pass on some words.

Since Lin Yi dared to leave the palace, it was clear that Lin Yue had been saved. Lin Yue only choked on the water, and the water entered her lungs through her nose. The imperial physician treated her urgently, and Lin Yue spat out all the water from her lungs. Lin Yue had woken up, but she was still crying. She didn't let Imperial Concubine Yan carry her. When Lin Yi left the palace, Lin Yue had already fallen asleep from exhaustion.