Did Miss become a nun today?

Chapter 101 is her chapter!

Prince Su's carriage stopped in a dense forest outside Qingyun Temple.

The guard hurried to the carriage window and whispered, "Your Highness, they've arrived."

"Hmm." Zhao Zhang leaned against the carriage wall, tapping his fingers absently, in a good mood. "Later, follow Pei Changyu and inform Meng Qi'an of his whereabouts."

"Yes."

"Alright, let's go back." He waved his hand lazily, "I'm tired after being out for so long."

The carriage slowly turned around, and after traveling a short distance, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from behind it.

The guard turned around and saw Steward Qin scrambling up to him, bent over and coughing uncontrollably.

"Your Highness, Steward Qin is behind us."

Zhao Zhang's expression was indifferent; the pleasure he had just enjoyed watching the play had completely vanished.

After the initial pleasure came a hollow restlessness, a chilling coldness in his eyes, and the first person he took his anger out on was the butler.

"Don't worry about it, let him walk back by himself."

The guard opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he didn't dare to speak. He just turned around and glanced at Steward Qin's staggering figure, and sighed.

"Your Highness...Your Highness!"

The steward, his face flushed red, finally managed to grab the guard at the back of the carriage. "Quick, quick...stop His Highness! Stop him!"

The guard helped the steward, who looked troubled.

Let him stop His Highness? Who's gone mad here? Even His Majesty can't stop His Highness from doing what he's about to do. Isn't he just throwing his life away if he goes up there?

"Steward Qin, what's wrong? You can tell me what's wrong at home."

The butler shook his head, his voice hoarse, "No, no... it's too late..."

It's really too late...

The carriage ahead receded into the distance, and the steward, sweating profusely and with trembling legs, gritted his teeth and threw himself onto the back of a guard: "Quick, chase after them! Chase after them!"

"Your Highness! Your Highness——"

The butler's voice was hoarse from shouting, and it carried far through the woods.

Prince Su, already in a bad mood, frowned even more deeply upon hearing the intermittent shouts.

"Go and gag him, stop making noise."

Just as the steward reached the carriage, he saw the guards approaching and was overjoyed. Before he could speak, a rag was stuffed into his mouth.

"Waaah..."

"Steward Qin, you've talked too much today, and His Highness is quite displeased."

"His Highness also said that if you dare to take it down yourself, you can go back and accept your punishment."

How could the steward not know His Highness's temper? He is a man of his word, but right now he has no time to worry about such things.

He grabbed the guard's arm, his voice urgent and hoarse: "Quickly tell His Highness that something has happened! We must go and save them!"

The guard was taken aback by his appearance, while the butler stamped his feet in frustration, "That Miss Xie, she looks exactly like Miss Shen!"

Although the guard didn't fully understand, seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, he didn't dare to delay and flew back to the carriage, whispering, "Your Highness, Steward Qin has a message for you."

"I won't listen."

Zhao Zhang leaned lazily against the carriage wall, not even lifting his eyelids. He was listless and had lost all interest in scheming against Pei Changyu and Meng Qi'an.

The guard forced a smile and said, "The manager said we have to go back to save people, otherwise something bad will happen. He also said... he also said that Miss Xie looks exactly like Miss Shen."

The car was quiet for only a moment before the door was pushed open from the inside with a bang.

Before the driver could react, he suddenly pulled on the reins. The horse neighed, and the wheels screeched on the dirt road.

Zhao Zhang stood on the carriage shaft, his body swaying slightly, his face showing an unprecedented sternness: "What did you say?"

"Your Highness, please forgive me. I did not know what the steward meant, but Steward Dong is always reliable and would never make things up..."

"I'm asking you," Zhao Zhang's voice deepened, "what did you just say?"

The guard raised his head tremblingly and repeated the steward's words verbatim.

Before the words were finished, the person on the carriage shaft disappeared.

Zhao Zhang had already rushed towards Qingyun Temple and disappeared into the forest in the blink of an eye.

When the guards entered the temple and searched every room, they couldn't find a single person.

Zhao Zhang's face darkened. "Where are they?"

The guards knelt on the ground, and the leader, forcing a smile, said, "Your Highness, we were afraid of alerting the enemy, so we withdrew as soon as we went in and didn't dare to stay long..."

"Didn't I tell you to come along?"

Several guards lowered their heads, and one of them whispered, "Minister Pei seems to have been prepared. I sent someone to follow him, but... we lost them."

Zhao Zhang fell silent, then suddenly laughed, the sound echoing chillily in the empty courtyard.

good very good.

He was right about him.

"Find him! Dig three feet into the ground! Find him for me!"

The steward stood aside, looking at His Highness's appearance, as if he had been transported back to more than ten years ago.

Over the years, His Highness has always appeared carefree and indifferent to everything. Who remembers that he was once a soldier?

However, his last injury was so severe that His Majesty forbade him from ever touching a sword again.

Later, he couldn't keep the people he wanted to keep, and his temperament became more and more unpredictable year by year. It's been a long time since I've seen him like this.

Zhao Zhang narrowed his eyes, his gaze turning cold: "Surround the Pei residence and bring Pei Changyu to me."

Steward Qin, still possessing some sense, quickly stopped him: "Your Highness, the eldest son of the Pei family is currently serving in the Ministry of Personnel. You must not act impulsively! Those people in the Censorate are watching you every day. If you really resort to torture, it will be difficult to explain to His Majesty."

As he spoke, he tried to calm Zhao Zhang down, whispering, "Your Highness, please calm down, you must calm down."

No one in the courtyard dared to breathe loudly. The last time His Highness was this angry, the grass on that person's grave was already three feet tall.

The commotion was so great that it alerted the nuns in the monastery, but there were guards outside the gate, and no one dared to approach.

The crowd stood at a distance, whispering amongst themselves, "Has something happened to Benefactor Xie again?"

The nun stood under the eaves, fiddling with her prayer beads, and sighed softly.

The young nun beside her asked, "Master, has Benefactor Xie decided to leave the monastic life?"

The nun shook her head: "That child is indeed destined for Buddhism, but she is also deeply entangled with the secular world. She has Buddhism in her heart, but she is always bound by worldly ties. However, the many hardships she faces only make her resolve stronger."

She twirled her prayer beads again, lowered her eyes, and said, "Let's go back."

In the courtyard, Zhao Zhang stood for a long time, his body shrouded in a cold aura that kept strangers at bay, and no one dared to approach him.

Steward Qin finally mustered up his courage and approached, whispering, "Your Highness need not worry too much. As long as you are in the capital, it will not be difficult to find you."

Zhao Zhang didn't turn around, remaining silent for a long while before speaking, "Does she really look just like Shen Heng?"

"Absolutely true." Manager Qin nodded. "That face is practically a carbon copy of Miss Shen's."

Zhao Zhang was somewhat dazed. "Is it her who's back?"

"The age doesn't match. Young Master Pei's cousin is only seventeen this year."

"Seventeen..."

How long has Shen Heng been missing? More than ten years, I suppose.

"If Miss Xie is indeed Miss Shen's child, wouldn't she be coming back soon?" Manager Qin said happily.

Zhao Zhang sneered, "Ha."

The laughter grew increasingly manic, and his eyes turned red with anger.

"Come back? Does she dare to come back?"

"If she dares to come back, I will break her legs and torture her every day, even her daughter, to vent my hatred!"

"Oh? Is that so?"