As soon as he finished speaking, Song Si Nian suddenly covered his mouth and started coughing.

The next moment, the carriage curtain was lifted and the young woman poked half her body in, looking at him with concern: “Big brother, why are you coughing again? Hadn’t you gotten better?”

Song Si Nian shook his head lightly, his slightly pale face bearing a look of frailty. He said gently: “It’s nothing. I suppose I’m just not used to sitting in a carriage for so long.”

“Oh.” Shen Yao Xing nodded, her gaze drifting to the person beside him. Her brows furrowed slightly in puzzlement, but she saw the man not even glance at her as he sat back on the soft couch.

“How strange…” Shen Yao Xing muttered to herself as she lowered the carriage curtain.

An hour later, the carriage stopped in front of the temple. Shen Yao Xing was the first to jump down from the carriage, comfortably stretching. The temple was large, but strangely, apart from them, there wasn’t a single person burning incense or worshipping Buddha. It was empty.

Shen Yao Xing didn’t think too much about it. She turned back and smiled at the man who was about to get off the carriage: “Today it’s just us, no need to worry about crowds.”

Song Si Nian smiled, following behind her as he got off the carriage.

Shen Yao Xing tilted her head to look past him at the Yin young master getting off the carriage behind. In quite a good mood, she said: “Weren’t you going to pray? Hurry up then.”

Jiang Ming Yue’s eyes coldly glanced at her before he stepped past the two and entered the temple first.

This wasn’t Shen Yao Xing’s first time at this temple. She had come a few times before with Madam Shen, but it had always been crowded with people. It had never been this deserted.

As soon as the three entered the temple, a young nun led the way. They quickly arrived at the Buddha hall. Shen Yao Xing stood at the doorway, watching the two worship Buddha and draw divination lots, then go to the side to interpret them. It made her want to try as well.

Jiang Ming Yue looked indifferently at the divination slip in his hand, feeling no excitement in his heart. He never believed in these things anyway. He had only come this time to be alone with her, but now there was an extra eyesore.

His gaze drifted to the young woman standing at the main entrance. With a “crack”, his fingers exerted force and snapped the divination slip.

The young nun who had just walked to the man’s side was startled. Feeling the sudden drop in temperature around the man, she shrank her neck and said in a timid voice: “Patron, now that you’ve drawn a lot, you can go ask Master Yicheng to interpret it for you.”

Jiang Ming Yue withdrew his gaze, glancing at the bald head in front of him that only reached his waist. His gaze fell once again on the divination slip in his hand that he had broken in half.

His lowered eyes lifted slightly, his dark gaze fixed intently on the young woman in the distance.

The young nun secretly observed from the side, her round eyes full of confusion. She didn’t understand why this patron looked at that female patron with such a complex gaze, just like the vines entangled on the trees in the backyard. Even after being cleared away, they would still grow out from somewhere unknown, and then more frantically wind around the tree trunk.

As if they were meant to be one.

Just as she was puzzled, the male patron suddenly lifted his foot and walked towards the side of the Buddha hall. The young nun blinked and followed.

Master had said to watch and learn more.

On the other side, Shen Yao Xing was vacillating between whether to draw a lot or not. Actually, she wasn’t very superstitious, but curiosity urged her on, wanting to resolve that little matter in her heart.

Seeing that her big brother had already finished interpreting his lot and was walking over, Shen Yao Xing hurriedly went forward to ask: “How was it? Was what the master said accurate?”

Song Si Nian looked at the young woman somewhat dazedly. His pale lips were tightly pressed together, his heart feeling as if it was being pricked by countless embroidery needles, the pain almost making it hard for him to breathe.

He forced a smile and said, “Mm.”

What use was forcing it? Zhao Zhao was meant to be his to begin with.

Hearing this, Shen Yao Xing looked towards the man still interpreting his lot in the distance. She quietly moved to the nearest cushion and knelt down, beginning to pray for a divination lot.

Please, Buddha, grant me a tough man! Shouting inwardly, Shen Yao Xing vigorously shook the lot container, the sound very abrupt in the quiet Buddha hall.

Jiang Ming Yue stared at that figure, his thin lips moving: “Tell me, what of the marriage fate between her and I?”

“Amitabha. Patron, the sins on you are too heavy. If you continue to be so obsessed, you will only fall into eternal damnation.” Master Yicheng advised with eyes full of compassion.

A hint of viciousness flashed in the depths of the man’s pitch-black eyes. Looking at her, he repeated his previous words: “Tell me, what of the marriage fate between her and I?”

Yicheng was silent for a long while before finally sighing: “The workings of heaven cannot be revealed.”

Jiang Ming Yue suddenly curved his lips into a cruel smile, staring at her quite seriously as he said: “Since I’m already deeply sinful, why doesn’t the master add one more sin for me?”

The killing intent that came at her made the naive young nun behind Yicheng tremble. She shrank her head and hid behind her master, not daring to meet that bloodthirsty gaze.

“A transgression, a transgression. May the patron turn back from the brink.” Yicheng pressed her palms together and closed her eyes, silently reciting scriptures.

At this moment, the man’s cold eyes turned slightly. The previously oppressive aura instantly vanished without a trace. His intimidating expression transformed into gentleness. Although his face still showed no pleasant expression, compared to earlier it was already vastly different.

The young nun widened her eyes in amazement.

So adults truly were as unpredictable as master had said.

“Hey, have you finished interpreting your lot?” Shen Yao Xing walked up behind the man. Seeing the young nun behind the master curiously observing her, she grinned and smiled back.

Jiang Ming Yue raised his eyes and glanced at her indifferently. His gaze fell on the divination slip in her hand, unable to help sneering: “What’s this? Even a woman like you believes in these things?”

“Better to believe it exists than not. Move aside, I want to interpret my lot.”

Jiang Ming Yue stared at the young woman’s pink lips, his fingers lightly pinching the broken divination slip. In his heart, he was actually a bit curious about what she had prayed for.

He stood up and moved to the side. The young woman quickly sat in the spot where he had just been sitting. She turned back and gestured for him to move further away, clearly not wanting him to know about it.