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

A moment later, Zhang Ling pushed open the door and entered.

He looked rather disheveled, covered in dust and with messy hair, clearly having suffered a lot to get into Faye Temple.

At this moment, Zen Master Duming had regained his former image as a high monk, sitting cross-legged on the futon, neither happy nor sad.

"As the eldest son of a marquis, how dare you trespass into my temple? Do you think my Faye Temple is easy to bully?" he questioned bluntly.

Zhang Ling finally saw her biological father, and couldn't help but feel a little lost.

Seeing that her biological father was not giving her a friendly look, she quickly explained, "You misunderstood, I meant no harm."

"Is that so? Then what brings you here?" Zen Master Duming asked calmly.

"I……"

Zhang Ling composed himself for a moment, then revealed his identity: "I am your son, and I have come here to acknowledge my ancestry."

He had assumed that Zen Master Duming would be very excited to learn of this.

But Zen Master Duming remained unmoved; instead, his gaze grew even more somber. "I am all alone; how could I have any offspring? Do not speak such nonsense!"

"It's true, I'm not lying to you."

Zhang Ling quickly took out the letter and handed it to Zen Master Duming, saying, "My mother asked me to give this to you. You'll know whether I'm lying or not once you read it."

Master Duming opened the letter and examined it. The contents were almost identical to the previous one, except that the name had changed to Zhang Ling.

"Dad, do you believe I'm your son now?" Zhang Ling asked impatiently.

"You bastard!"

Du Ming shouted angrily, "You dare to try and deceive me with a fake letter? How dare you!"

Zhang Ling was taken aback when she heard this. "How could this be fake? Take a closer look. It was written by my mother herself. You should recognize her handwriting."

"I did have some affection for your mother back then, and I recognize her handwriting. Although the handwriting on this letter is somewhat similar to hers, others might not be able to tell the difference, but it cannot be hidden from me. This is clearly a forgery you commissioned to frame me. How outrageous!"

Master Duming gripped the letter, growing angrier with each word, wishing he could kill the scoundrel on the spot.

Zhang Ling was stunned.

This letter was clearly found by myself in the hidden compartment under my mother's bed, as she instructed. How could it be fake?

Little did he know that Zhang Xiaomeng had written two letters in total.

One of the letters was slightly modified and given to the groom, while the other was copied verbatim.

However, he deliberately imitated this copied letter to be about 70% similar.

When Zhang Ling woke up, he only checked if the letter was there and did not carefully examine the handwriting, so he naturally did not know that it had been switched.

Master Duming, however, was prejudiced against Zhang Ling because he believed Zhang Ling had come to harm his son. Therefore, he was wary and easily noticed the problem with the handwriting.

"This is impossible, this letter is clearly..."

Zhang Ling wanted to explain, but was immediately stopped by Zen Master Duming, who said, "Shut up! Don't say this letter is fake. I have never done anything inappropriate with Liu. You keep claiming to be my child. Are you trying to ruin my reputation to achieve your ulterior motives?"

"No, listen to me..."

"I don't want to hear it!"

Master Duming interrupted Zhang Ling again, shouting, "Guards!"

Several monks immediately entered from outside, each holding a wooden stick and glaring at Zhang Ling with hostility.

"Take this villain away and lock him up!"

"yes!"

Zhang Ling was forcibly dragged away, and no matter how much he shouted, Zen Master Duming remained unmoved.

Once the room was empty, Zhang Xiaomeng and his two companions emerged from behind the screen.

"My second brother actually wants to impersonate the Zen Master's son. What is he thinking? If Father finds out, he will definitely not forgive him." Zhang Xiaomeng said this on purpose, trying to induce Zen Master Duming to take his own son to confront Marquis Yongwu. Just thinking about it was very exciting.

Master Kedu Ming did not react, but said, "Please step aside for now, I have something I would like to discuss with my son alone."

Upon hearing this, the coachman immediately looked to Zhang Xiaomeng for help.

Zhang Xiaomeng patted him on the shoulder and chuckled, "Brother Shen, I won't disturb your father-son reunion any longer."

As she spoke, she gently pinched the coachman's shoulder, signaling him not to be nervous.

Immediately, he took Feng Yi and left the room.

The coachman stood with his head down, feeling uneasy, fearing that Zen Master Duming would see through his disguise.

"An'er, I have wronged you all these years. I will definitely stand up for you in this matter. You can stay here in peace." Zen Master Duming said gently.

"I understand, thank you, Father." The groom replied, still keeping his head down, not daring to meet the gaze of Zen Master Duming.

"Silly child, we are father and son, there's no need for such formalities."

Master Duming abruptly changed the subject, his expression turning serious as he asked, "What is your relationship with this Zhang Xiaomeng?"

The coachman didn't know why he asked that, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Young Master Zhang has been kind to me, and my son and he are like brothers."

Zen Master Duming shook his head. "I see this boy is no good. He's probably got ulterior motives for approaching you. The key thing is that he also knows about what happened between us..."

He suddenly stopped talking halfway through his sentence.

The coachman instinctively asked, "Father, what are you trying to do?"

Master Duming smiled and said, "It's nothing. You must be tired from your journey. I'll have someone arrange a room for you. Go and rest."

The groom, naturally not wanting to be alone with Zen Master Duming, immediately left the room upon hearing this.

Master Duming's face gradually darkened.

Not long after.

Zhang Xiaomeng and his two companions were placed in a secluded guest room.

Zhang Xiaomeng closed the door and asked the groom, "What did that bald monk say to you?"

The groom dared not hide anything and answered truthfully.

Feng Yi frowned slightly, guessing, "He wants to silence me?"

Zhang Xiaomeng held up a finger and shook it gently. "No, no, no, he wouldn't dare."

Feng Yi nodded slightly.

Thinking about it, it's understandable that the other party wouldn't dare to harm the heir of the Marquis's mansion, especially in a temple.

"What will he do?" Feng Yi asked.

"Who knows? Anyway, that bald monk isn't a good person either." Zhang Xiaomeng stretched and yawned, "I didn't sleep well last night, I'll catch up on some sleep first."

He acted as if nothing had happened, lay down on the bed and went to sleep.

The coachman was extremely worried and whispered to Feng Yi, "Sir, what should we do?"

Feng Yi glanced at Zhang Xiaomeng and said indifferently, "Just focus on your performance; you don't need to worry about anything else."

When Zhang Xiaomeng woke up, it was already afternoon.

Feng Yi sat in the corner with her sword in her arms, closing her eyes to rest, and stayed by Zhang Xiaomeng's side the whole time.

Seeing that he was awake, she immediately opened her eyes.

"Where did the groom go?" Zhang Xiaomeng asked, sitting up.

"He was worried for a long time and just went to sleep next door," Feng Yi replied.

"What's going on with Duming's side?"

"Your grandmother went to see him and then took Zhang Ling away."

"grandmother?"

Zhang Xiaomeng then remembered that he had a grandmother.

This old woman has never liked her mother, so naturally she doesn't like herself either.

"How did she know about this?" Zhang Xiaomeng asked.

"She had been worshipping Buddha at Faye Temple and heard about this. Duming had no choice but to release her out of consideration for her."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaomeng stroked his chin, his eyes darting around.

"Things are getting more and more interesting. I wonder how my grandmother will react when she finds out that the grandson she's protecting is a fake."

Feng Yi immediately saw through Zhang Xiaomeng's scheme and reminded him, "The princess arranged for you to hide in Faye Temple for refuge, so don't cause trouble."