The Valued Lady is Truly Dominant

Chapter 1147: Underlying Currents

Bai Shuilian felt somewhat uneasy, rubbing her chest, always feeling as if a thousand-pound stone weighed on her heart, making it hard for her to breathe."What’s wrong?"

Song Zhiqing looked over, seeing her brows furrowed, he couldn’t help but ask with concern.

"It’s nothing, it’s just that the Old Madam invited Master Buhui to treat her, and you, sir, are not in the residence but accompanying me out. Will this not displease her?" Bai Shuilian said softly, "Why don’t I go on my own, and you go back first?"

Song Zhiqing said, "I’m not a doctor, going back won’t be of any use, staying at Chunhui Hall would only add to the chaos, I’m afraid it would only cause annoyance. I’ll go pay my respects after we return."

Bai Shuilian inwardly cursed him as a fool, not even able to pretend properly. This position must have been obtained because of Song Zhiyuan’s influence.

Her hand warmed as he held it, prompting her to smile and lean in, "Sir, you are truly kind to me."

Song Zhiqing smiled, closed his eyes, and began to rest.

Seeing this, Bai Shuilian said no more and looked out the carriage window, noticing that snowflakes had begun to fall once more.

Her heart felt ice cold.

Following their carriage was another one, in which Quanmama sat, one hand resting on the bundle beside her, occasionally looking outside, her stern face shifting unpredictably.

Hai Yan, who shared the carriage with her, glanced at her cautiously and shuffled her seat.

Quanmama looked over at her and asked, "Tired?"

Hai Yan tugged at the corner of her mouth, "Not tired."

"Even if you’re tired, endure it. Serving others is like this. In your next life, be born into a good family, into wealth and status, and not as a handmaid again." Quanmama said, looking at her meaningfully.

Hai Yan blinked, feeling an inexplicable sense of unease.

After saying this, Quanmama said no more and closed her eyes.

Seeing this, Hai Yan drew in tighter, curling her knees to her chest, feeling a chill.

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Xingshan Temple is located on Feng Mountain, in the outskirts of the city. Although it does not have the ancient fame of Hanshan Temple, it has a history of a hundred years and is close to the capital city, so its incense offerings are quite prosperous.

Bai Shuilian, supporting herself on Quanmama’s hand, alighted from the carriage and glanced at her.

"Be careful on the road, Madam," Quanmama said, eyes lowered, her tone respectful.

Bai Shuilian felt a chill in her heart, gripping her arm tightly, silently questioning her.

Quanmama raised her eyes, looking directly at her, ignoring the question in her gaze, and only looked at Song Zhiqing, who was getting off the carriage.

"Let’s go."

Song Zhiqing walked ahead, and Bai Shuilian intentionally lagged a step behind, holding Quanmama’s hand, and asked softly, "Mama, how is this incense offering arranged? The master..."

Quanmama glanced over and said, "Don’t worry, Madam, just sincerely offer your incense."

Bai Shuilian shivered, her fingertips curling slightly.

Due to Song Zhiyuan’s official status, it wasn’t enough to warrant being personally greeted by the abbot of the temple, especially since she only brought a concubine, but using the Song Family’s name did gain them some convenience. From entering the temple to offering incense in the main hall, a rather reputable monk accompanied them.

Bai Shuilian knelt on the prayer mat, looking at the compassionate giant Buddha image above her, she lowered her eyes, taking the incense handed by a young novice with her eyes closed.

When Quanmama accepted the incense, she glanced at the novice’s exposed wrist and asked with a smile, "Little master, where can we draw and interpret the lots here?"