As she spoke, Ling Shen asked Ling Chuchu to invite the old lady to have lunch together.
Ling Chuchu was obviously unhappy, but she didn't want to offend Ling Shenshi, so she turned around angrily and walked out of the room. On the other side, Ling Qingwan was eating very happily.
Looking at this scene, Ling Shen couldn't help but feel sorry for Ling Qingwan.
"Mom, I'm thinking, if you had raised me by your side since I was a child, maybe I would have become as picky as Chuchu?" Ling Qingwan noticed Ling Shen's mood.
Ling Shen didn't bother to blame Ling Chuchu for being ignorant. She just felt guilty for not giving enough to Ling Qingwan.
"As you said, we came to Jing'an Temple to calm down and pray for peace in the mansion. If we are not sincere, how can we move God to bless us?" Ling Qingwan smiled and took Ling Shen's hand. "Since you gave birth to me, you have never given up looking for me during the years I was lost. This is my blessing. Now I have transformed from a country girl to a rich lady in the mansion. What else can I be dissatisfied with?"
Seeing Ling Qingwan being so sensible, Ling Shen couldn't help but be moved. The old lady was tired, so she took a rest first. The mother and daughter chatted casually and finished the meal.
Outside the house, Song Zhiqing heard Ling Qingwan's words clearly.
He heard that Ling Qingwan was going to come to Jing'an Temple with the old lady to burn incense and pay a visit, so he followed along. It was only when Song Zhiqing arrived that he realized what was happening. In this situation, he still didn't know how to face Ling Qingwan.
After noon, the old lady led the young people to the main hall to kneel and worship until it got dark. After dinner, everyone went back to their rooms to sleep.
At night, Ling Qingwan felt a little cold and stood up to close the window. Unfortunately, a figure came in from the window and covered Ling Qingwan's mouth the next moment.
Ling Qingwan was shocked.
When Ling Qingwan smelled the faint sandalwood scent on the man, she knew it was Wei Xun.
"Why did you follow me here?" Ling Qingwan frowned and asked impatiently.
If she had known that Wei Xun would follow her like a ghost, she would never have saved Wei Xun on the way to Tokyo City that day.
"I'm not here for you."
Wei Xun spoke bluntly, totally disregarding Ling Qingwan's dignity. Ling Qingwan rolled her eyes and was about to turn around when she suddenly sniffed.
What a strong smell of blood!
I didn't smell it just now because it was windy outside and Wei Xun had just come in. Ling Qingwan quickly lit the candle and only then discovered the blood stain on Wei Xun's arm.
The blood had not yet dried up, and it looked like the wound had only been open for a while. Ling Qingwan frowned, and without thinking too much, she took out the golden wound medicine from her waist and simply treated Wei Xun's wound.
Fortunately, she had foresight and Ling Qingwan basically kept these common medicines with her.
"You don't want to ask me what's going on?" Wei Xun was curious. Isn't Ling Qingwan afraid of getting into trouble
"Will you tell me if I ask you?" Ling Qingwan asked back.
Wei Xun was stunned.
Under the dim candlelight, Ling Qingwan lowered her head and concentrated on tying the gauze for Wei Xun. Her hair on both sides fell loose and swayed in the air. When the wind blew, it swayed lightly like a butterfly.
Wei Xun was not like this before. Ling Qingwan is so beautiful.
"If you want to know, I will tell you." Wei Xun said softly at last.
"I don't want to know." Ling Qingwan raised her head and looked into Wei Xun's eyes. "I don't want to die because of knowing something I shouldn't know."
Wei Xun chuckled.
There was also a light on in the east courtyard on the other side.
The door creaked open and a figure rushed in from outside, hurriedly walking up to Song Zhiqing.
"Your Highness, the guards reported that a man entered Miss Ling's room." Chang'an shrank timidly, fearing that Song Zhiqing would be angry.
There was a hint of surprise in Song Zhiqing's eyes.
"Are you serious?"
This is Jing'an Temple, not Tokyo City. How can a man come here in the dark? Song Zhiqing was half-believing and half-doubting.
"It's absolutely true. The guards saw it with their own eyes. A dark shadow entered Miss Ling's room and didn't come out for a long time." Chang'an answered firmly.
Song Zhiqing felt as if thousands of ants were crawling across his heart, making him feel itchy and a little panicked.
It couldn't be that Ling Qingwan really had someone she loved. Then what was the point of him being reborn again
"Your Highness! Where are you going?" Chang'an asked hurriedly when he saw Song Zhiqing stand up.
"Don't follow me." Song Zhiqing looked hurried and quickly left the room.
After Ling Qingwan bandaged Wei Xun's wound, she immediately ordered him to leave and urged him to leave quickly.
"This is a temple. If someone sees us and tells others about it, we will definitely be ridiculed. Don't implicate me." Ling Qingwan didn't want any more rumors to come out of her.
First, the eldest prince invited her to enjoy the night view of Tokyo City, then the crown prince jumped into the lake for her, and now she ran into Wei Xun in her room. It seemed that everything was related to her, but none of them was something Ling Qingwan could decide.
In her previous life, she begged hard but could not get the attention of her beloved, but in this life, three or four men were surrounding her. Ling Qingwan didn't know whether she should cry or laugh.
"I… "
Before Wei Xun could finish his sentence, there was a knock on the door.
Ling Qingwan became alert and quickly signaled Wei Xun to shut up with her eyes.
"Who is it?" She calmed herself down and asked casually.
"In reply to Miss Ling Er, I am a monk under the abbot of Jing'an Temple. I have something I want to discuss with you." There was a man outside, his voice a little low.
Ling Qingwan went to open the door, and Wei Xun was very conscious and hid behind the closet.
A neatly dressed middle-aged man came in. Ling Qingwan turned sideways and was about to close the door when the man suddenly hugged her.
"My dear, I'm here." As he spoke, the man rubbed his lips against Ling Qingwan's neck.
Before Ling Qingwan could push it away, a dagger flew over and stabbed directly into the man's right arm.
"Ah!" The man cried out in pain.
"If you scream again, I will cut off your tongue," Wei Xun came out from behind the closet, walked slowly towards Ling Qingwan, and protected Ling Qingwan behind him.
Ling Qingwan looked solemn as she looked closely at the man in front of her.
The man was so frightened that he had to grit his teeth and dared not make a sound no matter how much pain he felt. Wei Xun remained calm and took the dagger from the man's hand.
"Hiss." The man gasped in pain.
"I was wrong! I was wrong! Sir, please forgive me! I beg you!" As he spoke, the man knelt down in panic.
Seeing that Wei Xun remained silent, he turned to look at Ling Qingwan.
Blood flowed everywhere, spreading in an instant, and the room was filled with the smell of blood.
"Wanwan!" At this time, Song Zhiqing also pushed the door open and walked in.
He had just vaguely heard a scream from Ling Qingwan's room, and fearing that Ling Qingwan was in danger, he hurried over. He had never expected that as soon as he opened the door, he saw the scene in front of him.
Wei Xun and Ling Qingwan stood side by side, and the strange man was kneeling on the ground with blood still flowing from his arm.
"What... is going on?"