Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 202: Imprisoned, Contempt

To the east of the capital city, at the foot of Mount Longcang, there are 180,000 mu of fertile land, which belongs to the imperial court and is mostly occupied by the estates of officials and nobles.

The estate of Li Jingnian, the Minister of Revenue, is located on the left bank of the Pian Dong and Bian Tong rivers, backed by the mountain ridge, and surrounded by a beautiful environment.

Madam Li comes from a military family. Her father fought in battles and took many lives. Since childhood, she has been devoutly worshipping and providing for the Buddha.

Today, despite the scorching heat, it is the fifteenth day, a day for worshipping the Buddha. Early in the morning, Madam Li led her servants and guards to the separate courtyard, cleaned the courtyard, and waited quietly for the arrival of the high-ranking nuns from the Dafu Monastery.

At the hour of si, the venerable nuns Dharma Jingmiao and Dharma Puxian from the Dafu Monastery arrived with more than ten monks.

After exchanging pleasantries, they offered incense, paid respects to the Buddha statues, recited scriptures, and finally, Abbess Puxian explained Buddhist stories and advised people to do good.

The process was dull and boring, but if one had Buddha in their heart, they would feel a sense of wonder.

Nun Huixin yawned and took the opportunity to slip away with a young nun through a side door.

Both of them carried jars of plum soup in their hands and hid in a corner to take a sip, then smiled at each other.

The young nun tilted her head and asked, "Sister Huixin, you've been in the capital for some time now. Have you seen Sister Huirulan and Sister Huiruqing?"

The smile on Huixin's face gradually disappeared, and she sighed, "Sister Huiruqing is still in mourning. It is said that she will soon take charge of the Ministry of Justice and doesn't want to see me. As for Sister Huirulan, she is now the Empress, the mother of the nation. It's not easy to meet her."

The young nun pouted, "We used to sleep together in Shuiyue Monastery. Who would have thought that her status would become so noble? It's unbelievable."

Huixin smiled and was about to take another sip of plum soup when she suddenly heard someone next to her ask, "Can I have a sip?"

Who is this intruder?

Both of them frowned and looked up, and were immediately stunned!

Xin Zhuo, the little mountain bandit?

He was now dressed in luxurious clothes and his complexion had become much fairer, as if he had become a different person.

Huixin rubbed her eyes in disbelief and asked, "How did you end up here?"

Xin Zhuo glanced at the main hall not far away, where a dozen or so people were approaching, and smiled, "Since all of you have come to the capital, why can't I come?"

Huixin pondered for a while and suddenly widened her eyes, "Are you here for revenge? It's not Master's idea!"

Suddenly turning his head, Xin Zhuo said, "Master..."

He couldn't say the rest of his words. The young nun next to him fell softly to the ground, her mouth covered.

Xin Zhuo leaned close to her ear and pretended to be fierce, "Don't make a sound, or I'll capture you too and spank you!"

He had some special feelings towards this little nun, whom he had fought against for the first time in this world.

Huixin nodded silently, struggling to look at him, and pushed his hand away, "Aren't you afraid of the Empress and the Crown Princess coming after you? Master is their master too!"

Xin Zhuo flicked her head, "Guess."

"I..." Huixin wanted to say something, but suddenly felt dizzy and weak, and fell to the ground.

...

"Clatter, clatter..."

Under the protection of a dozen skilled guards, two carriages sped towards the eastern gate of the capital.

Dharma Jingmiao and Dharma Puxian sat in one of the carriages, their monk robes slightly disheveled from the recent attack. They wore a hint of doubt on their faces.

Sitting beside them were two exotic girls, extremely beautiful but with cold expressions. Their fingertips lightly circled, and six True Qi weapons whistled through the air.

With the abilities of the two abbesses, they could have put up a fight, but there were more experts outside, so they had no choice but to give up.

"Amitābha."

Dharma Jingmiao's slightly aged square face showed a trace of weariness. "I wonder why you captured us, benefactor?"

Xiong Zhang looked at her coldly. "You should know."

Dharma Jingmiao looked at the faint blue color revealed outside the carriage curtain, the road leading to the capital, and closed her eyes, continuously turning the Buddhist beads in her hand.

The carriage sped on, and after half an hour, there was a commotion outside, and the speed slowed down. They must have arrived in the capital.

Soon, the voices gradually faded, and after running for another half an hour, they arrived at the back door of a high mansion.

With a creaking sound, the door opened.

The carriage drove straight in.

Anyone who could get off the carriage in the courtyard was not an ordinary family, especially since the carriage ran for two incense sticks before finally coming to a complete stop.

"Get off!" Xiong Zhang coldly reprimanded.

Pu Jing and Pu Xian exchanged a glance and had no choice but to get off the carriage. The sunlight was a bit dazzling, and before them was a magnificent and solemn courtyard, with brown brick and tile buildings that exuded a sense of heritage and age.

The two nuns walked slowly into the courtyard, passing through the gate and the hall, and walked for hundreds of feet before entering a more hidden and grand courtyard. Dozens of experts stood solemnly in the courtyard, their gazes filled with a hidden killing intent as they stared at the two.

Five people could faintly be seen standing in the opposite hall.

The two nuns walked into the hall on their own, and just as the five turned their heads to look, they realized that three of them were former acquaintances from the Fulong Mountain.

But at this moment, the situation was unclear, and there was no interest in speaking.

"Creak!"

The door of the Great Hall closed, and five beautiful women with a deep aura stood on either side. Although they didn't make any other movements, their scrutinizing and guarding gazes were very clear.

Then, silence fell.

Behind the five-level stone steps across from them, a spacious bookcase could be seen, seemingly where the master of the house would sit, but it was empty at the moment.

The air was filled with a solemn atmosphere.

Pu Jing couldn't help but cast a questioning look at Qin Yuliu.

Is it him?

Qin Yuliu didn't say a word, but his brows furrowed.

They waited for another incense stick, and suddenly a figure walked out from a nearby side hall. Dressed in brocade and jade, with a noble hairstyle, a face like jade with a slight smile, and dimples on his cheeks.

This face was very familiar, but also somewhat unfamiliar.

Then he slowly integrated with the little bandit from Fulong Mountain!

Pu Jing, Pu Xian, Qin Yuliu, Master Jiang, and Master Xu all showed a complex expression on their faces.

To be honest, with their proud personalities, they had never paid much attention to Xin Zhuo, the little bandit.

They had never cared about Xin Zhuo's life or death, even on that snowy day under the Autumn Palace Monastery's precept monument, when the little bandit died in loneliness, they didn't have any other thoughts.

If you want to kill, just kill. Is there a need to have any psychological burden for killing a bandit?

But they had never expected that one day, this little bandit would have such a miraculous encounter.

The eldest grandson of the Jiang family, the crown prince of the Western Qin County, the only son of the Grand Princess of the Qin Kingdom!

No one could have guessed that a bandit would have such an identity, or maybe no one had even considered it!

What would Mr. Dongfang and Master Mieling have done if they had known back then?

Qin Yuliu's face, which had transcended the mundane world, now carried a hint of indescribable meaning. "Master Xin, long time no see!"

"It has been a long time indeed, but Master Xin is no longer Master Xin."

Xin Zhuo was already sitting behind the bookcase, looking down at everyone from a high position, playing with a pair of small iron swords in his hands, and sighed lightly. "Actually... on that snowy day, I felt helpless, fearful, and even humble. I prayed to the heavens for another chance, I didn't want to die.

I believe I haven't done anything that goes against the heavens and principles. I don't know where I went wrong. Even if I did, your Buddhist sect and academy have the responsibility to advise people to do good, so why can't you spare my life? Give me a chance?"

As he spoke, he looked at the several people who wanted to speak, shaking his head to interrupt. "Don't talk about things like the dragon's misfortune. Don't you feel embarrassed? Isn't it boring?"

Master Jiang sneered, "Since the matter has already happened, there's no point in saying more. I would like to ask King Xin or Prince Jiang, how do you plan to deal with us? This is the capital, the important place of the imperial court. Do you really dare to kill us?"

Xin Zhuo chuckled, "To be honest, I have fantasized about how to punish you. Countless cruel tortures, countless ways of killing. But in the end, I found it tasteless..."

"Yes!" Master Xu sighed, "You have achieved what you wanted, we have fallen into your hands, and you can do whatever you want."

Xin Zhuo looked at him coldly, "To be honest, perhaps back then in Fulong Mountain, you were high-ranking nuns of the Buddhist sect, masters of the academy, with profound martial arts and high status.

But now, it seems that you are just small fries, easily crushed, easily killed. This has nothing to do with my current family background. Even if it was just me alone, I would still look down on all of you!

In fact, you are really nothing special, whether it's martial arts, Dharma, or talent, it's all like straw. I... don't care!"