Chapter 182 - Beacon in Troubled Times 32 (1/2)

After learning that Imperial Concubine Xian lived in Qingshan Temple outside Jiangzhou, Yu Hanjiang immediately summoned the shadow guards to surround Qingshan Temple.

At noon, the blazing sun hung in the air and the sunlight was particularly dazzling.

Qingshan Temple had a quiet environment. It was surrounded by green bamboo with a clear stream flowing. The sound of the stream filled the ears and there was also the regular sound of wooden fish being knocked together in the temple. It was a place that really seemed to stand aloof from worldly affairs.

Who would’ve imagined that murderous woman with a deep heart would live here?

Yu Hanjiang waved his hand and all the shadow guards flew into the temple.

In the front of the temple was a woman wearing a plain blue gown and a nun’s headpiece on her head. She was kneeling in front of the Buddhist temple, holding scripture in one hand and knocking a wooden fish in the other.

The sound of footsteps and the rustling wind behind her didn’t seem to affect her.

She was still attentively reading the scriptures until a cold voice came from behind her. “Concubine Xian, when you were chanting sutras to the Buddha statue, did you ever think about whether the souls of those poisoned by you can really rest in peace?”

The woman opened her eyes. These eyes were as clear as water, as if they truly rejected worldly affairs. She might not have any powder applied to her face and she was only wearing a rough blue dress but it was still difficult to hide her pure and refined temperament. No wonder why the late emperor was fascinated by her at the beginning, regardless of her life experience, and directly brought her back to the palace to be a concubine.please retype the gibberish parts.

The woman kneeling in front of the Buddha statue spoke without turning her head. “Amitabha, I’ve taken refuge in religious life a long time ago. I’m asking you to please speak cautiously and to not disturb the peace of Buddha with ordinary affairs.

The shadow guards immediately brought Qi Fenghua over, Long Sen personally escorting him. Qi Fenghua’s face was as dark as the bottom of the pot while the expression of the calm Imperial Concubine Xian finally changed. She slowly stood up and turned to Qi Fenghua with disbelief.

Yu Hanjiang asked, “Imperial Concubine Xian, don’t you know your own grandson?”

Imperial Concubine Xian and Qi Fenghua were relatively silent.

Yu Hanjiang continued. “You wanted to form an alliance with the Zhao state to help your grandchild ascend to the throne. If I guessed correctly, your true ident.i.ty is probably someone from the Zhao state. You are also a doctor who can extract materials from plants to make this colourless and odourless poison, am I right?”

The concubine was silent for a long time before she suddenly burst out laughing. “Hahaha, a loss, a good loss!”

Her laughter was sharp and shrill. Where was the previous gentle and kind look?

A gust of wind blew her hat off. She had been growing her hair and her long hair became messed up by the wind, making her entire face look a bit strange and even her facial features were slightly distorted.

After a long time, she stopped laughing and glared at Qi Fenghua with sharp eyes. “Incompetent with success and abundant with failure!”

Qi Fenghua bowed his head with chagrin.