The Beauties of the Song Dynasty

Chapter 125

She didn't bother him, but just quietly watched from the side, occasionally asking about herbs that interested her, or finding some books that interested her on his long bookshelf and sitting down to read them quietly.

Anyway, Master Ding had clearly said she could come to him, but he hadn't agreed to let her solve the problem, so she was too lazy to ask. She always felt that Master Ding would definitely help her.

Perhaps he hasn't figured out a solution yet, and is still thinking about it.

Nearly ten days passed in this manner. On this day, the Taoist priest Ding, who had always ignored her, surprisingly welcomed her into the inner chamber and even served her a cup of tea.

Wanlan was almost overwhelmed with gratitude.

She took the tea offered by the person opposite her with great surprise, raised her eyes and called out, "Taoist Master?"

Ding Shaowei sat down opposite her, glancing sideways into her eyes. He raised his voice softly, "Your Highness, this old Taoist priest has some things I think I should tell you."

"Please speak, Taoist priest."

Ding Shaowei pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "There is still a possibility that the King of Qin's fate can be resolved. What the Princess Consort said last time may seem unlikely to this old Taoist priest, but the Princess Consort and His Highness the King of Qin's thousand-year-old marriage may have a greater chance of success."

Wanlan was overjoyed. "Is what you say true, Daoist Master? But last time you said it would bring change to another world, so why are you now saying there's a chance of success?"

Ding Shao smiled and said, “Change is inevitable. When a new life appears in any world, there will be more or less change. However, we cannot predict whether such change will be good or bad, or big or small. When the old Taoist said that the chances of success are relatively high, it is relative to another person.”

"Another person?" Wanlan was momentarily bewildered.

"right."

Ding Shaowei stared at her intently. "Isn't Your Highness racking your brains about how to rescue someone else?"

Wanlan was startled, but then laughed. "What you say is absolutely right, Daoist. I know I can't hide it from you. So, in your opinion, Daoist, is that person someone I can or cannot save?"

Ding Shao smiled and shook his head. "I don't want to get involved in this matter, but there's something I need to tell the Princess: when you want to help someone according to your own wishes, you must first determine whether that person needs your help. Otherwise, even if you are 100% sure, you won't succeed."

Wanlan suddenly realized and nodded unconsciously.

Whether Zhao Dezhao would need her help was unknown; she had forgotten to consider this important premise.

"Thank you for the reminder, Daoist Master. Wanlan will remember it."

She stood up and smiled as she said goodbye, but he called her back to stop.

"Princess, please wait. When will you and the Empress Dowager return to the palace?"

"About three more days, what's wrong?"

Is he going to enter the palace with them?

Ding Shaowei raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Please come again before the Princess returns to the palace. This old Taoist has something to give you."

What is it?

Wanlan almost blurted it out, but she held back and smiled as she agreed.

"Alright. Wanlan will take her leave now."

Stepping out of the Dizang Pavilion, one is greeted by a lotus lake with shimmering blue waters. It is June, the season when lotus flowers are in full bloom, and the graceful lotus flowers swaying in the lake are a sight to behold.

Another summer has arrived.

This is her third year in the Song Dynasty.

As everything in the modern world gradually became blurred, the two months that Gong spent in a deep sleep due to severe injuries, although she still remembered the despair she felt when she woke up in the modern world, today, it all seemed like just a nightmare.

Does she belong here?

If she were to return to the modern world, she might not be able to adapt, and she might even die.

If she, who had lived in the modern world for nearly twenty years, still had such thoughts, then how would Zhao Dezhao and Zhao Defang adapt to that unfamiliar world?

Are all her plans just wishful thinking?

At that moment, she began to hesitate.

Back at the East Pavilion, they ran into Song Huining, who had just returned. The two ate dinner as usual, but Song Huining seemed very tired that day. After dinner, she went back to her room to sleep. Although Wanlan was a little puzzled, she thought that she might really be tired.

However, this idea was immediately dismissed after she returned to her room.

Staring at the man who had suddenly appeared in front of her, Wanlan quickly closed the door behind her.

Why are you here?

"You really don't want to see me?"

His gentle voice was filled with laughter as he walked over and pulled her to the bedside. "Xu'er asks me every day when his mother comes home, and I can't answer that, so I came over to ask for him."

"Didn't we talk about this for half a month?" Wanlan poured him a cup of tea. "Are you all doing well?"

Zhao Defang gazed at her, raised her hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her cheek, and said, "We're all fine, I just miss you."

"Why did you come here? Aren't you busy at court?"

Zhao Defang smiled mysteriously, "I came with someone. There's always work to be done, so a few days' break won't matter."

"Whom should I accompany?" Who has such great influence that they would need the King of Qin to accompany them?

Wanlan's heart skipped a beat. Remembering her mother's unusual behavior today, she stared wide-eyed in disbelief. "Is it...him?" No way? If it really was her uncle, how could Zehua's attitude be like this? He should be unhappy about the interaction between her uncle and her mother.

Zhao Defang pulled her into his arms and responded softly, "Mmm."

"What changed you?" Wanlan asked curiously, surprised that Zehua was now accepting it so calmly.