(Fine rain) The fine rain drifted down to the ground, it was rare to encounter such a cool day in midsummer, and coincidentally it was chosen as the day for the Wang family to go out. Jiang Wanru and Jiyuan had already sat inside the carriage, they could hear from outside, the crowd surrounding the old queen and the queen, those flattering words. Everyone praised the old queen's good fortune like the East Sea, even if she randomly chose a day to worship Buddha, she would still encounter a cool day. Then they praised the queen's good luck, going out and encountering happy events.

  When the carriage could finally move, Jiang Wanru's carriage had added a few more dignified housekeepers from the Wang estate, filling the carriage to capacity. As they got on, each of them said to Jiang Wanru with an air of seeking her understanding: "Third Mistress, it's raining today, and the masters have shown mercy by letting us get in the carriage together." They spoke while carefully observing Jiang Wanru's expression, seeing that she was calm and nodded slightly.

  For Jiang Wanting, this was the Wang Fu's carriage, whoever came in to sit had nothing to do with her. She sat inside the carriage, the attendants only exchanged glances, not one of them spoke up. As the carriage swayed back and forth, Jiang Wanting listened to the sound of the horse carriage moving forward, as well as the occasional urging sounds made by the coachman, and also listened to the sound of the carriages coming from behind, she gradually lowered her head.

  Ji Yan glanced at Jiang Wan and then at the housekeeper women with their heads down, and she followed suit. Ji Yan felt that after Jiang Wanyi left that day, Jiang Wan's worries had deepened, although there was a smile on her face, but behind people's backs, she was practicing writing desperately for a long time. Ji Yan didn't dare to ask her more questions, so she made an excuse to leave the Wang Fu and went to find Fang Zheng to discuss what to do. Fang Zheng sighed after hearing this: "Miss is grown up, her thoughts are heavy. She can only figure it out herself. You usually chat with her about happy things when you're in front of her. If there's anything, just go along with her."

  More than a dozen horse-drawn carriages, grandly and magnificently exited the capital city. Jiang Wanru could only vaguely see the scenery along the way through the thin silk window curtains. Outside the capital city, it still appeared to be prosperous at first, with houses clustered together in circles. However, as they traveled further, the houses became more and more scattered across the fields. In the fields, there were only remnants of the harvest, with distant villages. The sounds of chickens and dogs barking could be heard from afar, making the wilderness seem less desolate.

  Jiang Wanmu gazed out at the scenery with a calm expression. A bold woman pulled open the thin window screen. She followed Jiang's gaze and looked outside, seeing that in the fields there were one or two women bent over, with big children also bent over beside them, while little children ran about. Ji Yan followed Jiang Wanmu's gaze and smiled as he said: "The fields are already empty, what are they still bending down to find?" A servant who was managing things heard Ji Yan's words and laughed, saying: "There must be some leftover grains in the ground, if you carefully pick them up, you can get a bit more."

  Before the carriage stopped, Jiyan and the housekeeper women in the carriage had already spoken. Jiang Wanting didn't have the heart to talk much, she just listened to them talking. She got up early in the morning to prepare for the trip, and when she returned at night, she would continue to practice her writing. After the carriage stopped, Jiang Wanting let the housekeeper women get off first, and heard them laughing happily outside the carriage, saying "The rain has stopped." Jiang Wanting stepped down from the carriage, holding Jiyan's hand, and then reached out to help Jiyan down. After Jiyan got off, the carriage drove away, and Jiang Wanting looked up at the sky that had stopped raining.

  Lian Hao led the way, walking from the front to the back. Seeing Jiang Wanru looking up at the sky, he walked over and reminded her, "You'd better hurry up, or you'll miss some of the lecture." Jiang Wanru smiled and nodded, and Lian Hao quickly walked towards the horse carriage in the back. Jiang Wanru and Ji Yan continued to follow the crowd at a moderate pace, Ji Yan whispered, "Miss, should we walk a bit faster?" Jiang Wanru glanced at the crowd in front of her, shook her head slightly, and said softly, "It's such a good day, let's not disturb others. A step earlier or later won't make much difference."

  Perhaps all famous temples are the same, and there is always a long way to walk to the main hall. In front of the main hall of Guangming Temple, there are no high steps to climb, but it has a wide and winding road that does not allow horse-drawn carriages. Everyone gets off their horses at the entrance of this road and walks towards the temple. Jiang Wanyu and Jiyuan follow the crowd, constantly being overtaken by people from behind. She hears a woman say in a soft voice: "Sir, today we want to ask for a safe symbol for our son." The man does not respond, presumably nodding in agreement.

  Jiang Wanru and Ji Yan exchanged a glance, thinking of the hearts of parents all over the world. "Good sister." Jiang Wanru had never thought that she would hear Jiang Wanyi's voice again. She turned her head to see Jiang Wanyi walking quickly towards her, with a smile on her face like a flower. She hastened to say: "I didn't expect to see my third sister following along this time." Jiang Wanru looked at her coldly, but there was no smile in Jiang Wanyi's eyes, and her tone was intimate. She continued: "My husband and I brought the younger sisters together to listen to scriptures, why isn't anyone following Third Sister?"

  Jiang Wanmu followed her gaze to look over, not far away, Lian Zimo was warmly and quietly talking to a pink-clad woman. Jiang Wanmu withdrew her gaze, noticing the complex expression in Jiang Wanyi's eyes, feeling uneasy in her heart, she reached out to pull Jiyuan, quickly walking forward, with Jiang Wanyi's voice already carrying from behind: "Zimo, Sanmeimei is also here to pay respects to Buddha today." Jiyuan slowed down her pace, Jiang Wanmu reached out to pinch her, softly saying "Hurry up, don't get caught up by this couple."

  Jiang Wanru quickly hid herself and Jiyu in the gap of the crowd. She looked around and saw that most of these people were those who often accompanied the second mistress. Jiang Wanru smiled slightly at them, and Jiyu also followed suit. Some sharp-eyed people turned their heads to look, and they saw Jiang Wanyi's family. They exchanged a glance with each other, and several tall women retreated behind Jiang Wanru and Jiyu. In this way, Jiang Wanru and Jiyu hid in the crowd, and the group continued to move forward, whispering about the rules of Guangming Temple.

  Jiang Wan was puzzled by the kindness of this group of people towards her, and she listened carefully to their words. She glanced around and saw the wife of the steward's good sister in the courtyard, who smiled at her, so she quickly revealed a big smile to her. Jiang Wan didn't know that after sending off the guests that day, the steward's wife had something to do outside the courtyard, and on her way back, she ran into her own good sister and couldn't help but sigh: "Alas, I thought the third madam was ignoring people, it turns out she was just too proud of herself. Now I know, she is having a miserable time in the Jiang family..."

  There were people who had heard that the Jiang family treated Jiang Wan as an outsider, and she had sent gifts to show her filial piety, but was still scolded by the eldest daughter. Most people's hearts are made of flesh, regardless of how their masters treated Jiang Wan, they saw that in these two years, although Jiang Wan did not show any special closeness to them, she was generally quite even-tempered and respectful towards them, and never found fault with them or made them do extra work.

  As she approached the main hall, a woman standing next to Jiang Wanju whispered, "Third Madame, please enter and exit from the side door." After finishing speaking, she turned her head away. Jiang Wanju pretended to be nonchalant and softly said, "Thank you." At the entrance of the main hall, she saw a Buddha statue that looked like Tong Biao's robust figure. Thinking it was just her eyes playing tricks on her, Jiang Wanju wanted to take a closer look when the woman beside her quickly pulled her sleeve several times, signaling her to hurry and move aside.

  Jiang Wanru quickly pulled the incense stick and listened to the woman say, "After paying respects later, listen to the Buddhist scriptures. Only when the high monk says to lift your head can you lift your head." Jiang Wanru saw that the woman was speaking with her eyes cast down, so she immediately followed suit and lowered her own eyes, saying softly, "Thank you." Jiang Wanru's gaze didn't dare linger, and she followed the crowd into the main hall through a side door. At this time, Old Master Wang and Old Mistress Wang were seated upright in front of the Buddha statue, on the cushion in the middle.

  There weren't many cushions on the ground, and the young master and his wife sat solemnly beside the old queen. The monk had already begun to speak in a soft voice, and his clear and melodious tone flowed slowly through the hall. Jiang Wanyu glanced at the people sitting quietly, and then saw that some of the servant women had found an empty space in the corner and were sitting on the ground. Jiang Wanyu looked around and didn't follow the usual protocol for sitting in the palace, stretching out her hand to pull over a mat and squeeze into the empty space, also sitting down on the ground. After she sat down, she lowered her eyes and felt that the ground was spotless.

  Jiang Wanru slightly closed her eyes, carefully listening to the monk's words. She found that she couldn't understand the monk's scriptures, each word made sense on its own, but together they didn't make sense as a whole. She had never been one to force herself, so she just took it as a rest. Thinking this way, she felt that the monk's gentle and soothing voice was like flowing water, gently stroking her heart, following the pulse of her heart. It was also like a mountain breeze lightly touching her, following the flow of her blood. As if it were a predestined fate from a past life, she listened to the Heart Sutra again in this life.

  The great way is three thousand, only ask where the heart is. Where the heart goes, it's the direction of life. The three joys and sorrows of life are known to oneself, follow one's heart and do as one pleases. Jiang Wanru's lips curled up into a smile, freely opening with the monk's chanting. The monk shouted loudly: "Look up!" Jiang Wanru opened her eyes, gazing at the majestic Buddha image, those sharp eyes not daring to look directly. Jiang Wanru was slightly taken aback, why did the Buddhist temple use such a heavily armed Buddha image? At this time, the monk had already called out 'pay respects', Jiang Wanru followed the crowd in standing up and kneeling down, involuntarily kowtowing three times towards the Buddha image.

  Jiang Wanru and Ji Yan followed the crowd to stand up, no longer daring to raise their heads to gaze directly at the Buddha statue. The monk walked down from the lecture platform, walked in front of Old Master Wang and Old Mistress Wang, bowed his waist and said: "Great virtue." Then along the middle path that they had opened up, he slowly left through the main gate. Old Master Wang and Old Mistress Wang were both beaming with joy, looking at each other, following behind the monk to walk out. However, when the monk walked out of the main gate, they exited from the side door. Jiang Wanru and Ji Yan followed the crowd to exit from the side door, only then realizing that they had stayed in the hall for a long time. After walking many steps, they heard from behind them the heavy sound of the doors closing.

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