The carriage swayed and rocked as it traveled from the prince's residence toward Minzhong Temple.
Who knew which ancestor beneath the earth had manifested their spirit to protect him? Prince Shao had once again stubbornly pulled through a mortal illness.
Madam Li had gone to Minzhong Temple many times to burn incense and pray for the bodhisattva to save his life. Thus, after he recovered from his cold, she insisted that Li Yuanying go to Minzhong Temple in person to fulfill her vow. The soldiers and civilians of Youzhou all believed in Buddhism. As the local Regional Governor, he had little choice but to follow local customs and respect their faith, visiting the temple now and then to offer incense.
Putting away the letter in his hand, Li Yuanying looked up and saw Huo Qilang still dozing on her side on the carpet.
Her injuries had originally been seventy or eighty percent healed, yet lately she had begun to show signs of fatigue again, which was truly worrying. At the slightest excuse, she would complain of "dizziness and aching legs," then listlessly sit or lie down wherever she pleased, begging the maids to bring her tea and water, wipe her face, and feed her. It was understandable, but somehow, whenever he saw her laughing and chatting so warmly and intimately with the maids, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
With her eyes closed, Huo Qilang groped inside the food box on the little table, found a candied apricot, and popped it into her mouth, quietly wiping her fingers on the hem of his robe.
Li Yuanying knew she was not asleep and asked, "I've already sent out two groups to meet Baozhu, but both wrote back saying they found no trace of her along the road. Just which route is her party