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Qing Fang's long fingernails were painted with a pink line. Her pair of small hands tightly held onto Xuan Tuo's neck as she exhaled; her charming eyes were filled with desire.

Xuan Tuo picked her up and threw her onto the bed covered in brocade without a shred of mercy. He lightly pulled the curtains, as if only by releasing her would this world feel carefree.

"Prince, you're so bad. You drank so much wine and came to bully me." Her misty eyes met Qingfang's charm. Was that tear-filled face Wanjing? It was Qingfang or Wanjing. Their heads hurt so much that they tumbled to the ground with a plop. Most of the alcohol had been sobered up. The door creaked open. It was Qingfu.

"Master, are you alright?"

"Help me back to the study." He shouted in an indistinct voice.

Behind him, Qing Fang's clothes were in disarray, revealing half of her soft breasts. She stared at Xuan Tuo with resentment in her phoenix-like eyes as she ruthlessly threw the embroidered pillow on the bed onto the floor …

Strange, he thought that Wen Che had always been the type to not get drunk. How could he have gotten drunk after casually drinking a few cups? It seemed that the main alcohol consumption of his body was quite average.

After drinking the Awakening Tea that Qing Fu handed to him, he turned over his clothes and went to sleep. He would get drunk today and talk about the matters of tomorrow.

As the cocks were crowing, Qingfu brought fresh water into the study.

"Elder, wake up."

Xuan Tuo rubbed his eyes and looked out the window. "It's not too early yet. Let's get up later."

"Master, today is the day the Empress is buried." You must get up early. "

"What?" Xuan Tuo jumped to his feet. "Luckily, Qing Fu reminded me, I was drunk and muddled. I had even forgotten something so big."

"Master, there's no rush. There's still time."

Hurriedly putting on a set of plain clothes, he arrived at the courtyard and saw a huge crowd of people gathered. All of the family members were present.

He rolled his eyes at Qing Fu. It wasn't too late, he actually made so many people wait.

"Apologize, I'm late." The words that came out of his mouth, when he looked again, had already frightened everyone. Perhaps it was because the previous prince had never spoken in such a manner.

He cleared his throat lightly. "This King will be going to the Frigid Capital Temple to guard mufei's mausoleum today. Those who are willing to follow This King, please stand under the banyan tree over there." Xuan Tuo pointed at a large banyan tree not far away.

A few servants and maidservants walked over, but none of his wives or concubines reacted. Their eyes were all green; this Xuan Tuo was too lacking in charisma.

The temple outside of the capital did not have the luxury of the palace. The house was simple and the dishes were tofu. It would be good if they could stay there for one or two days. If it was a month, no one would be able to handle it. If you don't want to, then don't.

"Your Highness, Wan Jing and Xiao Yu are willing to follow Your Highness."

Xuan Tuo looked at Wan Jing with boundless gratitude. It was her words that had resolved his current awkwardness.

"Let's go." Xuan Tuo had long forgotten about the order that Wan Jing was forbidden to step into the palace.

The Frigid Capital Temple was the largest Buddhist temple in the Scarlet Tide Empire, about twenty miles away from the capital. It was built on green moss and elegant stones, on top of a mountain with a myriad of ravines.

The group finally arrived at their destination. It was dusk, and the sun was setting. The orange sunlight made half of the sky look like it was on fire. Dusk gradually spread out like mist. The green pine trees obscured the thousand-year old ancient halberd, the sound of bells and cigarette smoke lingered in the air. Such a quiet place only made one's mind clear and one's face solemn.

The abbot had already come from afar to greet them. The Buddhist sect was silent and without any formalities. They only arranged for the meditation rooms to rest before getting up and taking their leave.

The two neighboring courtyards were naturally the one between Wan Jing and Xuan Tuo, the house attendant and the servant girl.

The courtyard of Wan Jing and Xuan Tuo had two meditation rooms. Xuan Tuo chose the larger one on the east side, and Wan Jing naturally stayed in the west side room.

That night, after everyone had eaten their fast food, they were already tired out and went to rest.

Wan Jing and her clothes slept on a bed made of coarse cloth. The faint scent of soap was pleasing to the eye, and the soft scent of incense made one want to sleep.

While his mind was wandering, he suddenly heard a sorrowful cry from afar, as if he was crying. It was as if he was pouring out endless emotions and hidden bitterness, making Gu Sha feel even more desolate. The sadness in his heart was touched by the mournful voice, and he was no longer sleepy.

Wan Jing put on her clothes and rose, following the sound of the footsteps. The mountain was as cool as water. Dew had already descended, and the shoes and socks had unknowingly become wet. Wan Jing, on the other hand, didn't know that the mournful wail was like a demon note that kept her in a state of mind.

The sad melody was getting closer and closer. His heart was flustered for no reason. Finally, he hid under a green pine tree and looked at the person playing the flute in the distance.

As for the person blowing on the wind, he was tall and slender with his back facing her. His long hair was tied behind his head and fluttering in the wind. His white clothes made him look like a deity that had descended to the mortal world.

"Come out, Wan Jing."

When Wan Jing heard this sound, she was startled. This voice was clearly Xuan Tuo. How could it be him? His heart skipped a beat and he slowly came out from behind the tree.

"This concubine was attracted by that voice and followed it here. She didn't know that the owner of that voice was actually the prince. This concubine is ashamed. " To tell the story, the voice was an unending melody.

"Haha, so Wan Jing is actually the close friend of this Xiao family." Xuan Tuo laughed heartily.

"Your Highness, the wind is strong in the mountain, it's better for you to rest early." Wan Jing was embarrassed. She just wanted to get away as soon as possible.

"Is Wan Jing inviting me to sleep with her?" Even though he was aware of the current situation, Xuan Tuo still couldn't help but tease Wan Jing.

"Qing Fu, let's go back."

He took large strides to Wan Jing's side and gently held her small hand. His hands were ice-cold as they tightly gripped together. He did not allow her to escape; he only wanted to give her a bit of warmth.