"Jing Rong, I didn't lose to you. I lost to this book."
The book in Wei Yi's hand was Sun Tzu's Art of War!
Jing Rong's eyes narrowed.
Then, with a wave of his hand, Wei Yi threw the book into the stove not far away.
A shower of sparks flew out.
The dry paper ignited a ball of fire and burned little by little.
Soon, it turned into ashes.
Then, Wei Yi raised his hand, clasped the crown on his head, and took it off.
His hand loosened, and the crown fell to the ground.
"Bang!"
After the crown fell to the ground, the beads on it scattered on the ground.
One by one, they rolled around.
Like a general attacking a city.
He walked towards Jing Rong step by step, with a smile on his lips, and said fiercely, "Jing Rong, the final winner is actually me."
After saying that, he flung his sleeves and walked out of the imperial study.
His dragon robe was very dazzling.
It was also very ironic.
He used his own hands to push himself to this point.
There was no turning back.
"Creak!"
He opened the door, and the light from the outside mercilessly shone in.
This day had come!
Jing Rong still stood in the same place, looking at the beads on the ground. One of them gradually rolled to his feet.
Not long after —
Outside, the sound of Commander Xiao reading the edict could be heard.
It echoed for a long time.
…
Outside the capital, there was a temple full of incense.
There was an endless stream of people coming here every day.
It was already noon. The monk in the temple rang the bell a few times, and the sound echoed in the temple, slowly rippling through the forest, startling a few birds.
The bird flapped its wings a few times, then flew into the forest again.
There was no trace of it.
Ji Yunshu sat in the carriage going up the mountain. She lifted the curtain and looked out, listening to the echoing bell in the forest.
It lingered in her heart for a long time, difficult to shake off.
"Wah ~"
The cry of a baby came from the carriage.
She immediately picked Mo Zhi up.
It was probably because he heard the sound of the bell that he was frightened.
His little body was very light.
He was as fragile as a flower.
Ji Yunshu hugged him, patting him gently and coaxing him.
After a while, Mo Zhi finally stopped crying. He opened his small eyes and looked at her. His small hands were in his mouth. He looked very cute and interesting.
Ji Yunshu's eyes were filled with adoration. She used her index finger to lightly scrape his nose.
"Little guy, why are you looking at me like that?"
Mo Zhi continued to look at her, biting his own hand in a mesmerized manner.
Not long after, Lang Po shouted from outside, "Miss Ji, we've arrived."
She nodded and carried Mo Zhi down the stairs.
Three monks were already waiting at the entrance of the temple.
The abbot was in front, and the two young monks were behind him.
"Amitabha." The abbot had a white beard and a benevolent expression.
Ji Yunshu gave him a slight nod.
"I knew that it was about time for benefactor to arrive, so I waited here."
"Thank you, Abbot."
"Please come in."
She ordered Lang Po to follow her inside, while the rest of the guards remained outside.
Upon entering the temple, the smell of incense and candles assailed their nostrils.
It didn't stink, but instead calmed them down. The sound of the wooden fish echoed throughout the temple, knocking away all the heaviness in their hearts.
The abbot led Ji Yunshu into a meditation room.
The young monk and Lang Po were waiting outside.
As soon as they entered, the abbot looked at the infant in Ji Yunshu's arms and said, "Amitabha."
"This is benefactor's purpose for coming here?"
Ji Yunshu nodded. "Yes."
"What's his name?"
"Mo Zhi."
The abbot nodded. "It's a good name."
Ji Yunshu took out the jade pendant that Mo Ruo had left behind from the swaddling clothes and handed it to the abbot. "This jade pendant was left behind by his father. I hope that Abbot will give it to the child in your name when he grows up."
The abbot took it and looked at it. He understood, but he still asked, "Benefactor, have you really made up your mind?"
This question caused tears to well up in Ji Yunshu's eyes. She looked at Mo Ruo, who was still staring at her.
His eyes really resembled Tang Si's.
Even though she couldn't bear it, she had to fulfill her promise to Tang Si.
"I hope that this child can grow up healthily, without any hatred or sorrow. This is probably the only way I can think of. I hope Abbot can fulfill my wish." Her voice was choked with emotion.
"Since benefactor has made up your mind, this old monk will take good care of this child."
"Many thanks."
She handed the child to the abbot.
The abbot held Mo Zhi, as if they were kindred spirits. At first glance, he felt a sense of closeness.
But …
The abbot frowned. "Although this child has wisdom, I'm afraid that he will be plagued by calamities and tribulations. His fate with the secular world will be difficult to break."
The abbot sighed.
Ji Yunshu suddenly knelt down and kowtowed. "In short, I'm counting on you."
"Benefactor, please get up."
"If one day in the future, he asks who his parents are, please just say that he is an orphan."
"This old monk understands. Benefactor, please get up."
Ji Yunshu got up from the ground.
Her eyes were filled with tears.
She looked at Mo Zhi, her heart aching.
But no matter what, she couldn't keep Mo Zhi by her side.
She couldn't let this child know everything.
She just wanted him to live a healthy and healthy life.
Just as Ji Yunshu left, Mo Zhi suddenly burst into tears.
His cries were very loud.
It was as if he knew that she was about to leave.
Ji Yunshu's hand that was about to open the door froze. She turned back to look, but in the end, she couldn't bear it. She turned back and took Mo Ruo into her arms.
She hugged him tightly.
Mo Ruo also stopped crying.
He was still eating his own hand, looking at her.
Ji Yunshu's tears fell on his little face.
She said, "Mo Zhi, when you grow up, no matter what happens, you can't step into the court, and you can't have any contact with the imperial family."
Mo Zhi didn't understand.
The abbot said, "Benefactor, if you've made up your mind, don't stop."
She pursed her lips, but in the end, she still carried Mo Zhi to the abbot.
She left without looking back.
The baby's cries gradually became louder.
It reverberated in the meditation room.
It was very clear!
Not long after Ji Yunshu left, a monk walked in. He looked at the baby in the abbot's arms and said, "Master, leave this child to me. He must be hungry."
The abbot looked at Mo Zhi, muttering, "Mo Zhi, Mo Zhi … From now on, call him Xuan Zhi."
"Yes!"
The abbot handed the child to the little monk.
"Amitabha!"
Ji Yunshu endured the pain and left the temple, getting into the carriage.
Lang Po rode beside the carriage and said, "Miss Ji, don't feel bad."
Ji Yunshu sat inside, her eyes full of tears.
Her hands were tightly intertwined.
After a long time …
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