It must be something unspeakable that she’s praying for. If he found out she truly dared to think of another man in her heart, he definitely wouldn’t let her off.

Jiang Ming Yue coldly snorted, clutching the broken slip as he turned to walk out.

By the time they finished praying, it was just noon. The young nun walked in front, leading them to the place for vegetarian food.

Shen Yao Xing, in a good mood, leisurely followed at the back, her gaze constantly surveying the surroundings. When she came with Madam Shen before, there were too many people to pay attention to the temple scenery. Now looking around, it was truly nice – the environment was tranquil and clean, with a bamboo forest in the distance where shadows could be seen swaying in the wind.

Shadows?

Shen Yao Xing’s steps halted. She squinted towards the bamboo forest. That fleeting black shadow from earlier seemed like an illusion, not appearing again.

Jiang Ming Yue noticed her unease and also stopped. Turning back, he saw the young woman staring in one direction. Following her line of sight, he scanned the distant bamboo forest but saw nothing unusual.

“What is it?” he asked.

Shen Yao Xing shook her head, withdrew her gaze and caught up. Seeing the man still standing there, she asked in confusion: “Aren’t you walking? Aren’t you hungry?”

Jiang Ming Yue lightly pressed his thin lips together. Only when the young woman walked to his side did he step forward with her. His face remained indifferent, but his attention was focused on the person to his left.

Finally, he couldn’t help but ask: “You… have you often come to this place before?”

Shen Yao Xing was stunned. She turned her head to look at the man’s handsome profile, and after a while shook her head: “Not really, just accompanied my mother a few times.”

“Did you draw divination lots every time you came?”

“No.” Shen Yao Xing found it a bit strange that he would ask this question, but she still answered truthfully: “Just this time.”

Previously, there were many people, and mostly men sought marriage divination lots. If Madam Shen knew she was seeking marriage divination lots, she might stuff people into her room without thinking.

Jiang Ming Yue nodded lightly, wanting to say something more to her, but unable to find a topic.

He secretly observed the young woman’s profile, seeing she had no intention of speaking more. Annoyance suddenly rose in his heart, and he simply stopped paying attention to her.

The temple had a room specially for them to enjoy vegetarian food. Shen Yao Xing ate a tasteless meal and didn’t want to stay any longer, thinking about sending them back early to get it over with.

As the three of them followed the young nun past a relatively secluded place, Song Si Nian, who was at the back, suddenly stopped. He called out to the young woman in front, his handsome brows slightly furrowed: “Zhao Zhao, I think I left my jade pendant in the dining room.”

Shen Yao Xing’s gaze moved to his waist, which was indeed empty now. She scratched her neck and walked back: “No problem, I’ll go get it for you.”

“I’ll go with you.” Song Si Nian’s eyes flashed slightly. Feeling the man’s inquiring gaze, he closely followed the young woman.

Shen Yao Xing walked a few steps, then suddenly turned back as if remembering something and said to the person not far away: “Young Master Yin, you go back to the carriage first. My big brother and I will catch up later.”

Jiang Ming Yue, who had originally wanted to go with her, was frozen in place by the young woman’s words. Watching the two figures disappear in the distance, the veins on his tightly clenched fist bulged, a surge of anger condensing in his chest, unable to dissipate for a long time.

The young nun cautiously asked from the side: “Patron, do you want to wait here for those two patrons?”

“Heh.” Jiang Ming Yue sneered, flinging his sleeve as he strode away.

The young nun hesitated for a moment before following. After a few steps, she sensed something was wrong. The sound of rustling bamboo reached her ears. By the time she reacted, she had already been knocked unconscious by a hand chop.

Jiang Ming Yue’s eyes flashed crimson. He easily dodged the incoming hand chop, his moon-colored robe hem fluttering. In the next instant, his figure was no longer in the original spot.

The three masked individuals showed surprise in their eyes, seemingly not expecting the man to know martial arts. By the time they reacted, that ghostly figure had appeared behind them. They suddenly turned around, drawing the knives at their waists.

Jiang Ming Yue’s eyes were dark as he scanned the three, his thin lips curling slightly: “Who sent you?”

The three exchanged glances, raising their knives and spreading out to surround the man. However, they had greatly underestimated the man’s strength – even the three of them together couldn’t touch the hem of his clothes.

One masked person with a scar between her brows reached for the powder pouch at her waist. Jiang Ming Yue’s eyes suddenly turned cold. He formed his hand into a claw, about to raise it to break her neck when he suddenly heard a faint sound.

His breath faltered slightly, and he was forced to take the scattered powder. His vision instantly blurred. Feeling the familiar presence around his waist, he tightly grasped her clothes, falling asleep in her arms.

Shen Yao Xing held the unconscious person in her arms, thinking this wasn’t convenient for fighting. When she looked up, she saw those three black-clad people had already leaped into the bamboo forest and disappeared.

“……”

So much had happened in the time it took to go back and get something. Shen Yao Xing was grateful she came quickly, otherwise if something had happened to this Young Master Yin here, it would have been her fault.

Due to the man’s unconscious state, they could only temporarily stay at the temple, waiting for him to wake up before deciding what to do.

“Big brother, you should rest too. If necessary, we can leave tomorrow.”

Song Si Nian looked at the sleeping man on the bed, nodded lightly, and followed the young nun out of the room.

Shen Yao Xing, in a practiced manner, used a wet handkerchief to wipe the face of the person on the bed. When she reached his chin, she couldn’t help but pause. Her finger lightly caressed that snow-white face, pressing hard. The delicate skin instantly turned red.

She guiltily withdrew her hand, muttering to herself: “Really not wearing a disguise…”

After wiping his face, Shen Yao Xing instinctively glanced at his neck, but inadvertently discovered a bright red color at the man’s collar, particularly eye-catching against the moon-colored clothes.

What’s this?

Shen Yao Xing looked at his tightly closed eyes, curiously leaning closer. It was so bright red, she had never seen such a bright color on him before. She didn’t know what he had put inside his clothes.

Driven by curiosity, she reached out to touch the bright red. Whether her strength was too great or not, a thin strap slid out.

Shen Yao Xing’s body suddenly stiffened, her eyes widening. She slowly reached out to grab the thin strap, pulling out the entire bright red item.

When she saw clearly what it was, her whole face inexplicably felt hot.

This… isn’t this a belly band? So this person had such a hobby…

Shen Yao Xing, red-faced, marveled. Her gaze moved downward, and when she saw the embroidered “Shen” character at the bottom of the belly band, her eyes suddenly widened, almost losing control and throwing it away.

She tremblingly brought the belly band closer, her finger tracing over the crooked embroidered characters. Her entire person was petrified.

This… was actually her own missing belly band!?