However...
She was rather surprised that the Emperor and Empress had not come to see the children that day.
So...
She slipped out to ask around and learned that the Emperor and Empress were preparing to spend a day at Huayin Temple, listening to Buddhist chants.
"Tsk, my imperial brother and sister-in-law are being unfair. They're going to donate incense money at the temple and build up merit, yet they won't even invite their little sister along. What's wrong with paying a little on my behalf and letting me worship the God of Wealth?"
Remembering that she had not visited Grandpa God of Wealth to fulfill her vows in quite some time, Chu Youning thought it over, then set off for Huayin Temple without hesitation.
She went straight to the Wealth God Hall and lit three enormous incense sticks, each three meters tall. Watching the smoke stream straight upward, she headed off for a vegetarian meal in satisfaction.
After offering incense and listening to the sutras, Chu Wenzong and Cui Zhao'an felt much calmer and began strolling around the place where their son had lived for so many years.
The elderly abbot personally accompanied them. "Your Majesty, the Eighth Prince planted that tree last year, and it has already blossomed this year. And over there... that little pavilion was his favorite place to take an afternoon nap."
The abbot phrased it delicately.
Little Wukong had planted that tree because he had watered the trees planted by his senior fellow monks to death, and the abbot had punished him by making him plant it himself.
Little Wukong did indeed sleep in the pavilion, but only after sneaking out during sutra recitations and hiding beneath its stone table.
Listening to the elderly abbot, the Emperor and Empress imagined their diligent son