Hold the thick thighs tightly [My father is a traitor]

Chapter 623 The Counterattack Begins (2)

The heavy rain arrived early with the nightfall, and there was no sign of abating. The dense raindrops hit the bluestone slabs like beans, making crisp sounds.

Inside the Jingchen Temple, a hurried figure holding a straw raincoat was running hurriedly in the rain, and finally stopped at the door of a room with faint candlelight.

She glanced coldly at the two nuns guarding the door, snorted lightly, forced herself to calm her disordered breath, and pushed the door open with force.

I saw a beautiful figure inside, making incense with great concentration.

Then, she quickly walked to the side of the figure, knelt down slowly, and whispered in the ear: "Princess, our chance has come. Many officials and ladies have come to Jingchen Temple. As long as we show up in front of them, the princess can't stop us from leaving."

Princess Anping's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly raised her eyes, and saw that the nun who was originally guarding the door had already entered the room, staring closely at the master and servant.

A hint of irony appeared on her lips. "Master Qinglian, why are you so nervous? My mother only left Yuan'er for me. She sent everyone else back. Even if I want to take this opportunity to leave, there will be no one to help me."

Qinglian lowered her eyes, "It's good that the princess knows. I hope the princess will not disappoint Princess Zhaoyang's love for her daughter and reflect on her mistakes here."

After saying this, Yuan'er stood up angrily and retorted, "What has my princess done wrong? There is only one man in the world, Wang Lin. Does that mean my princess must marry him and cannot marry any other man? You are forcing my princess to do something based on the evil words of your nunnery master. You are just crazy people."

"Yuan'er, don't talk nonsense. This matter has nothing to do with Wang Lin." Princess Anping reached out and grabbed the emotional maid. The blood-stained body was tightly wrapped under the rain-soaked clothes.

Her eyes flashed with pity, and she continued to say to the nun: "I know that my mother is afraid that I will be helpless in the future, but she won't let me leave. Even if I want my uncle to marry me, I can't do anything. In the past, my mother always said that she would let me choose a husband of my choice, but now she wants me to marry blindly."

"Please, Aunt Qinglian, please speak up for me!"

Qinglian listened expressionlessly and replied slowly, "Since the princess still doesn't know her fault, then continue to reflect here until the princess is willing to confess."

The door of the wing room was closed again, blocking out the rain outside, and a muffled sound was heard.

Princess Anping had stood up from her seat and hurriedly took out a dry monk's robe from the side and handed it to the maid: "Hurry up and change it. The wound on your body has finally scabbed over. You must not let the rain make the wound worse."

Yuan'er took it with tears in her eyes, her face full of guilt, "It's all my fault. I went to Princess Le'an without permission and asked her to write a letter to Wang Lin, which made him fall in love with the princess. Now this mess has happened and harmed the princess."

Princess Anping heard this and shook her head helplessly, whispering, "I told him clearly that I was repaying him for saving my life, and we have nothing to do with each other anymore. Why did you bother to leave? I know you are worried about me, but as a princess, how can I only rely on a man?"

Seeing Yuan'er lower her eyebrows and dare not respond, she sighed softly and said with emotion: "I have had this too. Everything I have was given by my mother. Now I am controlled by her and I don't even have the ability to protect myself. No wonder my uncle always scolds me for being a foolish filial son."

At this moment, Yuan'er suddenly remembered something and said quickly, "Princess, Princess Jiahe and Madam Lin are here too. Although you rejected Wang Lin, they are both reasonable people. They must know that you are here and may be able to help you out."

However, when Princess Anping heard this, her helpless face suddenly showed worry. "Mother is already insane. She knew that I was innocent, so she teamed up with those angry nuns from Jingchen Temple to imprison me. Now that they are here, I'm sure she will be unwilling to let it go and bring up the past again. Yuan'er, tell 11 to go protect them. If mother does anything inappropriate in front of them, stop her."

"But Princess..." Yuan'er looked up in confusion, only to see her master's sharp and cold gaze.

Her body trembled slightly, and she slowly lowered her head. Her voice became lower and lower, but with a hint of expectation: "If it can be accomplished, it will be a good thing."

"Yuan'er, don't think that my mercy will allow you to do whatever you want!" Princess Anping scolded coldly.

Yuan'er couldn't help but shudder. She quickly responded, "Yes, I know I was wrong."

At this moment, a loud thunder exploded outside again, breaking the stagnant atmosphere between master and servant in the room.

Princess Anping sighed and said tiredly, "Go, don't let others suffer because of the quarrel between us mother and daughter."

Yuan'er hurriedly responded and retreated, leaving only one person in the room again.

Soon, a long sigh came from the quiet room: "I wonder what my uncle wants my mother to do?"

Princess Anping recalled what her uncle had said to her.

"This Jingchen Temple was built by my grandmother. All the women who committed crimes in the palace were banished there to practice asceticism and atone for their sins. Now it has become a place where filth and dirt are hidden. Anping, you are going there to save your mother and to help me collect evidence and destroy the Jingchen Temple."

"Uncle, are you willing to give my mother a chance?" Princess Anping looked up in disbelief at the stern-faced emperor.

The emperor's deep eyes showed a rare warmth: "Anping, uncle is giving you a chance. Since you choose to live alone for the rest of your life, let uncle see your ability to survive."

This is the only chance!

Princess Anping looked out through the window at the inky black night and fell into deep thought.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the dull sound of rain accompanied by a strong sense of damp filled the room.

The little nun placed the vegetarian food on the table one by one, then performed a Buddhist salute to the uninvited guests and left.

The nun sitting at the top turned her Buddhist beads and looked at the pilgrims with a compassionate face: "These are simple meals, I hope you will not despise them."

As soon as the voice fell, a lady of the official responded with a smile: "Master Prajna is too polite. We came here suddenly to disturb you, but you still prepared such a sumptuous vegetarian meal for us. We should be grateful."

Others also echoed, but their eyes couldn't help but glance at the woman beside Master Prajna, the former Princess Zhaoyang.

The originally elegant and arrogant woman was now dressed in plain clothes, standing aside with lowered eyebrows and a pleasing look, as if she was a person who had truly seen through the world.

This huge change made these women all look incredulous and surprised. The only ones who remained calm were Li Anhe and her daughter who were sitting in the first seat.

Nun Prajna smiled slightly and glanced at the two of them inadvertently, then said, "I have asked the young monk to prepare rooms for the distinguished guests. Liaochen, you come to entertain the distinguished guests."

After saying this, she nodded to everyone, then turned and left, leaving the officials and wives to face Princess Zhaoyang.

Not surprisingly, a subtle atmosphere of awkwardness slowly rose in the room.

Wan Niang turned her eyes and glanced at Princess Zhaoyang, who was calm and motionless. She became suspicious and whispered in her mother's ear, "Mother, there seems to be something wrong with this nunnery."

Li Anhe looked at her calmly, his eyes full of approval, and whispered back, "Don't be afraid, your father is nearby to protect us."

Wan Niang hid her thoughts and nodded slightly.

At this moment, she seemed to realize something and raised her eyes suddenly, meeting Princess Zhaoyang's gaze.

In her eyes, the man slowly raised an intriguing, morbid smile.