Father, who is both a heir and a descendant, is still biased; the bound system has gone berserk.

After giving birth to Hai Mujin, Jiang's health was damaged, and she was unable to conceive again. The eldest son of the Hai family also never took a concubine.

Now that she was getting on in years, Jiang finally couldn't resist and wanted to come to Huangjue Temple to make a request.

Unexpectedly, there were quite a few familiar faces at Huangjue Temple.

"Mu Jin!"

Upon seeing Hai Mujin, Yao Guang's face lit up with surprise and delight. "If I had known you were coming, we could have come together!"

Yao Guang went to greet her.

"Princess Yaoguang." Madam Jiang bowed slightly.

"Mrs. Hai, please don't be so polite. Mu Jin and I are good sisters, and you are my elder."

Yao Guang hurriedly said, then looked at Hai Mujin with a smile.

A gentle smile appeared on Hai Mujin's lips. She was naturally quiet and even a little shy.

But seeing her good friend, she was still very happy and called out, "Yaoguang, I didn't expect you to come to Huangjue Temple. I came with my mother to offer incense."

Yao Guang pouted in dissatisfaction, "I came to find someone. Fu'er went too far! She came to Huangjue Temple for a short stay and didn't even invite me!"

Hai Mujin listened to her complaints with a smile.

"Mu Jin, Fu'er is a very nice person. You've met her before. It's just that you're too shy. You don't have any good friends besides me. This time, I'll make sure you talk to Fu'er more."

Yao Guang held Hai Mu Jin's hand.

Jiang smiled and said, "Mu Jin, I have so many maids and servants watching over me, so you don't need to worry. You young ladies are free to go and play."

Hai Mujin also understood her mother's meaning; she also wanted her to get to know Ying Yufu.

After all, Ying Yufu is now the Crown Prince's fiancée, and her family is the Crown Prince's maternal family, so they will naturally have to interact with each other in the future.

Now that we're familiar with each other, we can avoid feeling awkward when we meet again in the future.

"Great! Madam Hai, I'll take Mu Jin with me now!" Yao Guang said with a smile.

"Go, go." Jiang said with a gentle smile.

"Come on, Mu Jin, I'll take you to find Fu'er."

Yao Guang led Hai Mu Jin away, leaving Feng Yu Heng aside.

Feng Yuheng chuckled and said to the servant beside him, "She threw me away again."

The attendant chuckled, "The princess is simply lively."

They followed, chatting and laughing, when suddenly a figure appeared in the shadows, staring in utter astonishment at Feng Yuheng's retreating figure.

"His leg is healed? He can walk? How is that possible?"

Ying Chengting, supported by his page, had a look of shock on his pale face.

At that time, he and Duan Pengju watched with their own eyes as he and his carriage fell down the hillside, and saw his leg broken by falling rocks.

Normally speaking, with injuries that severe, Feng Yuheng would never be able to stand up again in his lifetime.

But now, he walks with ease, no, he walks with incredible speed!

How long has it been?

Did they misread it back then? Was Feng Yuheng's leg injury actually not serious?

But how could that be? I was clearly badly injured back then...

Filled with questions, Ying Chengting was helped back by his pageboy.

"Go see my second uncle," he said.

Ying Nanyao was also surprised when he heard the news.

"You mean, Feng Yuheng's leg is fine? Even if it's a minor injury, it's impossible for him to be able to walk like the wind again in just a few days."

Ying Nanyao suddenly became excited, as if struck by a sudden realization. "Ge Da, Du Zhan, you two quickly find out who treated Feng Yuheng's leg!"

Ge Da and Du Zhan accepted the order and left.

Just then, a high-pitched scream suddenly resounded throughout the entire Huangjue Temple.

The quiet morning suddenly became lively.

A crowd of people came to offer incense in front of a side room in the northeast direction of Huangjue Temple.

The scream earlier came from inside the compartment.

When Madam Cheng woke up in the morning and did not see Cheng Yunjing and Cheng Zhier, she sent someone to call them to come and have breakfast together.

Unexpectedly, the maid was stunned by the scene inside when she opened Cheng Zhier's door.

The screams from Zhan Huan woke the four people from their slumber. In the blink of an eye, Cheng Zhi'er was so frightened by the scene before her that she let out a scream that shook the entire Huangjue Temple.

They were both naked, lying on the same bed.

In particular, she and Cheng Yunjing played Jenga.

Cheng Yunjing reacted extremely quickly. He immediately covered Cheng Zhier's mouth and ordered the maid to close the door.

The maid was so shocked that she turned pale and couldn't react at all. Just as she was about to close the door, she was knocked unconscious with a slap.

Ying Yufu stood at the door and shouted, "Everyone come quick! Someone's messing around in the quiet of the Buddhist temple! Four people in one bed!"

She shouted so loudly that she instantly attracted a large crowd of onlookers.

The crown prince should have been watching the spectacle, but his expression was rather serious at the moment.

He stepped forward and covered Ying Yufu's eyes.

"Fu'er, don't look around."

His long, slender hand covered her eyes.

Ying Yufu honestly replied, "I didn't look at anything indiscriminately. I don't care to look at anything; it's hideous."

Then she added, "Yesterday it was Sister Wushuang and me who took our clothes off. We just took them off without looking around."

The crown prince's face darkened further, and he glared at Wushuang.

Wushuang looked at the Crown Prince with a mocking expression, as if she were watching a show.

A crowd had gathered at the entrance, while the four people inside were frantically searching for their clothes. Unfortunately, their clothes had already been thrown far away by Ying Yufu and Wushuang.

At this moment, they didn't even have a sheet to cover their shame.

The four of them had nowhere to hide.

"Get out! All of you, get out!"

Cheng Zhier shrank into the corner while screaming and cursing.

The pilgrims who gathered around were not going to leave; such a lively scene is a rare sight.

"Brother, what should we do?"

In a moment of desperation, Cheng Zhier instinctively threw herself into Cheng Yunjing's arms. Cheng Yunjing was taken aback by her actions and was momentarily stunned.

Suddenly, gossipy, flirtatious voices rang out from outside the door, "Hey~ yo~ feed~"

Hearing the commotion, Madam Cheng rushed over. As soon as she entered, she saw Cheng Zhier holding Cheng Yunjing.

Almost without thinking, Madam Cheng's face contorted with rage. She stepped forward and, without a word, slapped Cheng Zhier across the face.

"What are you doing? Let go of Yun Jing!"

Madam Cheng's chest heaved with anger, her eyes blazing with fury as she glared fiercely at Cheng Zhi'er.

Cheng Zhier was stunned by the beating.

She looked at her mother in disbelief.

When her mother came in, instead of immediately showing concern and putting a coat on her, she slapped her.

Cheng Zhier's eyes immediately filled with tears, shocked, confused, and bewildered.

A hint of regret flashed across Madam Cheng's face.

She turned to the maid and the old woman beside her and said, "Quickly, bring me the cloak."

Immediately, a servant brought over a thick cloak, which Madam Cheng wrapped around Cheng Zhier.

Cheng Zhier wrapped herself tightly in her cloak, huddled in a corner, and sobbed silently.

Mrs. Cheng stood there, at a loss for what to do.

"Wait, something's not right," Ying Yufu said.

"Something's not right," the Crown Prince said, his gaze shifting back and forth between Madam Cheng and Cheng Yunjing.

Servants had already given clothes to Cheng Yunjing and the other two, and Cheng Yunjing not only did not run away, but also came out.

His gaze locked onto Ying Yufu, and he said, "Princess Anguo, why did you frame us?"