Princess, something terrible has happened! The prince consort has attempted suicide again!

After seeing his mother, Zhang Ling rushed to Faye Temple overnight.

Meanwhile, Zhang Xiaomeng was fast asleep, preparing to stir up trouble again tomorrow.

But before dawn, he was woken up.

Take a closer look!

Zhao Changning, dressed in black, stood in front of the bed, staring coldly at him.

"How come a princess like you has become a thief?" Zhang Xiaomeng said irritably.

"How dare you say that? Do you even know how big a mess you've made!" Zhao Changning grabbed Zhang Xiaomeng as if he wanted to devour him.

Ever since I bound myself to this guy with the life-and-death Gu, he's been restless, making it impossible for me to even sleep soundly.

"Did I get into trouble? Am I going to die?" Zhang Xiaomeng suddenly perked up and asked anxiously.

"Now you're scared? Why didn't you think of the consequences when you killed Qian Deming?" Zhao Changning mocked.

"You mean him? A corrupt official. Killing him was doing the people a favor." Zhang Xiaomeng yawned, not surprised that Zhao Changning knew, after all, Feng Yi was her confidant.

"Fool! Do you think Father didn't know about Qian Deming's affairs? The reason he didn't touch him was to lay a long line and catch a big fish. But you, instead, killed him directly, cutting off all the clues," Zhao Changning said angrily.

Zhang Xiaomeng was stunned for a moment, not expecting that he had unintentionally ruined the emperor's plan.

He asked, "So the Emperor is very angry? He wants to execute me?"

"Father is not a tyrant; he wouldn't just kill people at the drop of a hat."

"That's all, go to sleep."

Zhang Xiaomeng immediately lost interest and went to catch up on his sleep.

Zhao Changning pulled him up speechlessly, "You still have the mind to sleep? Qian Deming is dead, and the people behind him will definitely not let you off the hook."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaomeng immediately perked up again.

On the surface, he waved his hand dismissively, "Don't worry, didn't you send Feng Yi to protect me? I won't die."

"Better safe than sorry. Leave now before they realize what's happening."

"I'm not leaving. They're a bunch of petty scoundrels. Why would I be afraid of them?"

Zhang Xiaomeng looked disdainful.

"This is not up to you."

Zhao Changning lifted Zhang Xiaomeng off the bed.

When the blanket was pulled back, she discovered that Zhang Xiaomeng was completely naked. Startled, she quickly let go, turned her back, and blushed deeply.

"Why...why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

"Who sleeps with clothes on?"

Zhang Xiaomeng rolled his eyes at her and quickly got dressed.

Zhao Changning then turned around, her face still flushed with embarrassment, creating an awkward moment.

Zhang Xiaomeng broke the silence, saying, "Actually, we can use me as bait to lure out the person behind the scenes, just like we did with the Black Lotus Cult."

"No!"

Zhao Changning disagreed, saying, "This time is different. Since the other party can get Qian Deming to work for them, their identity must be extraordinary. Such a person won't easily expose themselves; they'll only send assassins to deal with you. You won't be able to find any clues at all, and you'll only alert them."

"You can't expect me to keep hiding forever, can you?"

"I found some clues in Qian Deming's account books, and it won't be long before we can find the person."

Zhao Changning solemnly instructed, "I have already found a place for you. You must not reveal your whereabouts before I find out."

"Could you...?"

"No! Come with me now."

Zhao Changning didn't give Zhang Xiaomeng any reason to refuse and forcibly took him away.

A short while later, they quietly left the Marquis's residence, where a carriage had been waiting for a long time in the alley.

Feng Yi stood guard beside the carriage, accompanied by a coachman.

Without wasting any more words, Zhao Changning handed Zhang Xiaomeng to Feng Yi and uttered a single word, "Go."

The coachman drove the carriage and quickly disappeared into the night.

Zhang Xiaomeng was very depressed.

He killed Qian Deming to cause trouble.

Having finally offended a powerful figure, before he could even be assassinated, Zhao Changning moved him away overnight.

This woman must have been arranged by the system, otherwise why would she keep making things difficult for herself?

Zhang Xiaomeng was filled with grievances and had unknowingly arrived at the foot of a mountain.

He drew back the curtains, and the outside was gradually turning a pale white.

Zhang Xiaomeng looked up at the mountain in front of him and asked, "Where are you going to hide me?"

Feng Yi, who was sitting in the carriage with her eyes closed, opened them upon hearing this and spoke softly.

Faye Temple.

"What? You're going to hide me in a Buddhist temple? No way! I'd rather die than go!"

Zhang Xiaomeng suddenly shouted, appearing very resistant.

"This was arranged by the princess. The Buddhist temple is a peaceful place, free from worldly strife, so generally no one will cause trouble," Feng Yi explained.

"What I hate most are monks. I was so devout in Buddhism back then, even though I was dirt poor, I never stopped offering incense. And what happened? That damned bald monk acted all high and mighty on the surface, but behind our backs, he embezzled our incense money to support women, and not just one."

Zhang Xiaomeng reacted as if his tail had been stepped on, becoming extremely agitated.

"Do you know how I felt when I learned he had been arrested? My faith collapsed, and my spiritual sustenance of twenty years turned into a joke."

"From that time on, I never believed in Buddhism again, and I never associated with monks again."

Feng Yi had never seen Zhang Xiaomeng so out of control before, and couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Who is this monk you're talking about? Aren't you only seventeen? How can you say twenty years?"

Zhang Xiaomeng's heart tightened.

Only then did he realize that he had transmigrated, and that it was about things that happened in his previous life.

He quickly covered it up with a laugh, saying, "I misspoke earlier. Anyway, I'm not going to any Faye Temple. You either want to go somewhere else, or I'm not leaving."

He collapsed inside the carriage, completely giving up.

Feng Yi was helpless.

Why is this guy so difficult to please?

Just as she was wondering what to do, the coachman's voice came in, "Sir, someone is coming."

Feng instinctively gripped her sword and peered out.

"It's him!"

Upon seeing the newcomer, Feng Yi was quite surprised. "Why is he here?"

Are you here to offer incense at Faye Temple?

But it's not yet time to open the doors to pilgrims.

Feng Yi turned to Zhang Xiaomeng and said, "Should we go see who's here?"

"Not interested."

Zhang Xiaomeng closed his eyes, looking like he was ignoring everyone.

"It's your younger brother."

"Where would I get a brother...?"

Zhang Xiaomeng immediately realized what he meant, opened his eyes, and asked, "You mean Zhang Ling, that green tea bitch?"

He immediately became interested and peeked inside.

Zhang Ling was walking alone on the road, as if he had rushed here. He was slightly out of breath and covered in sweat.

"What's he doing here?" Zhang Xiaomeng was also puzzled.

"Could it be because Liu was arrested and he had nowhere else to turn, so he came to pray to Buddha for help?" Feng Yi guessed.

"No, this guy lives a life of luxury and always travels by carriage. Faye Temple is so far away, and given his personality, he definitely wouldn't walk here. Besides, he doesn't have any servants with him. He's probably up to something shady."

After a moment's thought, Zhang Xiaomeng decided, "Let's follow him quietly and see what tricks he's up to."