Following custom, after burning incense, Liu Mingzhu ate a bowl of vegetarian noodles at the temple. Then she wandered around Clear Water Temple, her face carrying a trace of remembrance wherever she went.
It was here at the temple that she had met her husband and married into the Liu Family as an ordinary female cultivator.
Later, when her husband became the family head, she worked hard to fulfill her role as the mistress of the household and assist him, bringing the Liu Family to greater heights.
Until two hundred years ago, when her husband failed in his attempt to break through to the Tribulation Transcendence stage, suffered a qi deviation, and perished.
After that, she, the mistress of the household, took up the burdens her husband had carried. The Liu Family did not decline because of it; instead, it grew even more prosperous.
"Madam, the plum blossoms behind the temple have bloomed again."
Seeing the loneliness and sorrow on her mistress's face, the little maid beside her hurriedly tried to distract her.
"Alright."
Liu Mingzhu brushed away the faint sadness in her heart and took her two maids to admire the flowers.
After the three of them wandered for a while, one of the little maids suddenly stopped and pointed at a stone pavilion in the distance.
"Madam, it's that young master from earlier."
Following the direction of the maid's finger, Liu Mingzhu saw Tang Yu sitting in the stone pavilion. She walked over and smiled. "Young Master Tang, have you finished your inspection?"
"I have. I was resting here and admiring the scenery when inspiration struck, so I lingered a little longer."
"Young Master Tang is so talented. It must be a fine poem. May I read it?"
Liu Mingzhu was rarely this curious. Compared to a male