There werenât many members of Safeguard Temple whose passing could be considered parinirvana. The asking monkâs face turned pale at the announcement because he hadnât heard of any of the high-level monks taking ill.
The managing monk only added, âEverything will have junior master overseeing things. You and I shouldnât be too talkative.â
A few monks carried a silver-plated lotus seat big enough for a man to sit in out of the inner hall. One of them loosened their grip and sent the seat clanging on the ground, the loud echoing sending tremors through the hearts of the other monks. For a moment, no one could react.
Monk Beiji was standing in the courtyard of the kitchens when the young monk carrying the wooden tray walked past him. âCome here,â he called out.
The little monk didnât dare to raise his head as he stood in front of Beiji. Because he was gripping the tray so tightly, his hands shook. Beiji picked up the soup on the plate and gave it an experimental sniff. The scent of medicine was still present, but far lighter than he expected. Still, he replaced the bowl and told the little monk, âGo on.â
The little monk assented before catching up to his companion with the jade tray. Both of them left shoulder to shoulder. Meanwhile, Yu Xiaoxiao was standing atop the roof of the kitchens. She was originally planning to follow Wen Fenglinâs lackey to track down the scum male who had been her emperor consort in the last life. But she lost patience after seeing him stop to talk with other monks and simply leaped over the walls and left the courtyard.
In the courtyard, Beiji informed the old monk in front of him, âYou didnât add much medicine, but thatâll only increase Cheng Guanâs suffering. If I was him, I wouldnât be thanking you.â
This old monk looked emaciated and withered, with a white beard and none of the usual amiability of old men. Hearing Beijiâs words, he knitted his brows. This wasnât the first time heâd prepared a fatal soup, so how could he have skimped on the drugs?
Before he could answer, Beiji went on, âLetâs go to the junior masterâs place. He hasnât eaten all day, so you should coax him a bit.â
The old monk nodded before they left the kitchens. Meanwhile, Yu Xiaoxiao followed the little monk with the wooden tray until they reached a courtyard adorend with flowing water and rockery. Quite a few moth orchids flourished in the garden and this was the prime blooming seasons. Even someone with no aesthetic sense like Yu Xiaoxiao could feel relaxed and happy by the view. The little monk went to the veranda before knocking on the closed doors.
A little childâs cries followed the sound of the knocks.
âWang Yue, donât cry.â
âMaster!â
Yu Xiaoxiao had no idea who the crying boy was, but she did recognize the other voice as State Preceptor Cheng Guanâs. Who knew sheâd find him while trying to track down Wen Fenglin?
âState Preceptor,â the little monk muttered by the door. âMay this monk enter?â
âCome in,â Cheng Guan replied.
The little monk assented before preparing to push open the door.
âIâll do it,â Yu Xiaoxiao said as she landed and snatched the tray. Even as a cultivator, the young monk was terrified by a sudden person appearing behind his back. He froze by the door, afraid to move a muscle.
Yu Xiaoxiao was completely oblivious to his shock and stepped inside while holding the tray with one hand. âState Preceptor, Iâm Yu Xiaoâno, Iâm Yu Linglong, ah.â
Cheng Guan had already changed into new clothes in preparation for his death and was equally shocked as the little monk to see her appear. Yu Xiaoxiao approached him and placed the tray on the table. âState Preceptor, you still havenât eaten when itâs so late?â
State Preceptor Cheng Guan thought fast before hiding his surprise. Smiling, he said, âWhy has the princess come?â
âUrk,â Yu Xiaoxiao was hard-pressed to make up nonsense, so she thought a while before replying, âIâm just here to stroll around.â
Was there anyone who went for a stroll at a Buddhist temple in the middle of the night?
Even the little monk and Wang Yue found this unbelievable. Her lying skills are too shabby!
Yu Xiaoxiao looked at the tear-streaked Wang Yue. She had a special fondness for children, so she asked him, âWhy did you cry yourself to this state? Have you done something wrong? Hurt someoneâs life?â
Wang Yue shook his head while gaping. He didnât understand why the princess thought heâd killed someone just because he was crying.
Yu Xiaoxiao said, âIf no lives were lost, then itâs not a big problem. Fix your mistakes and youâll be a good kid from here on.â
Wang Yue looked at his master as his sadness immediately evaporated. Her Royal Highness isnât an idiot, right?
Cheng Guan said, âPrincess, youâve seen the letter this monk has sent you?â
âWhat letter?â Yu Xiaoxiao asked. Since she was all but illiterate in this world, sending her letters would be a waste of time.
Hearing this, Cheng Guan demurred, âNothing, princess. Itâs getting late, you should return to Royal Son-in-Lawâs side.â
Yu Xiaoxiao sat down at Cheng Guanâs table without a care in the world. âOh, Little Guâs sleeping, so I came to see you. State Preceptor, youâre not eating?â
Little Guâs sleeping, so I came to see you. Cheng Guan couldnât help but feel that her words sounded off. Meanwhile, Yu Xiaoxiao took advantage of his immobility to grab a meatbun. Cheng Guan hardly had time to stop her.
However, Yu Xiaoxiao was disappointed by the fact that this wasnât a meatbun at all. Chewing on a mouthful of mushrooms and vegetables, she complained, âWhy isnât there meat? State Preceptor, humans have to eat meat, ah. Youâre not some rabbit.â
Cheng Guan didnât get to reply before Wang Yue cut in, âMy master is a monk, so how could he eat meat?â
Oh, right. Yu Xiaoxiao remembered that monks didnât eat meat. However, she still rolled her eyes at Wang Yue while considering Cheng Guan before her. He doesnât know how the plot works. So what if the State Preceptorâs a monk? In the end, he still ended up as the cruel female emperorâs lover.
âCheng Guan,â two monks called from outside before stepping into the room. One of them pushed the delivery monk aside before he asked, âYou still havenât eaten yet?â
The other monk spotted Yu Xiaoxiao and said, âYour Royal Highness is here too?â
Yu Xiaoxiao turned to look at them and tagged the duo as Wen Fenglinâs followers. In a low voice, Cheng Guan said, âItâs not like I have anywhere else to do. Are you two worried?â
One of the monks strode right in and gave Cheng Guan an icy stare. âJunior masterâs already being lenient by treating you like this.â
Cheng Guan looked at the soup before him and broke into a bitter smile. To not let too many people know that he was dying as a traitor was indeed a form of mercy. Still, dying in front of Princess Linglong wasnât something he wanted, either.