Chapter 72: The Cold Mountain Temple's Quarrel with the Concubine—Once More Provoking the Great Monk Thank you all for your generous support; an extra chapter has been added!
Ha! That adjective really sparks the imagination!
Ah, damn it!
Linglong slammed her palm on the table, clearly furious.
“Tell Qin Daofei that I’m frivolous, and if he doesn’t accept it, then let him be frivolous too—let me see it!” Linglong shouted in exasperation and then called out loudly, “Waiter, bring me some wine!”
The young waiter bowed awkwardly. “Madam, our little shop runs on a tight budget—please have mercy on me?”
“Am I not allowed to order food?” Linglong snapped, her anger rising.
“Madam, please don’t make things difficult. Right now, there’s no one in the entire capital who will sell wine to you!” Jifeng said calmly but resolutely.
Linglong tugged at her hair and spun around in place a few times. Then she pointed at Jifeng and said, “You bring Qin Daofei back to me—I’m going to kill him!”
“The estate master said he can’t come back for the time being. He’ll return in two months to apologize to you, madam. And he won’t leave until you’re both drunk!” Jifeng added, implying she couldn’t drink with anyone else.
Murong Xiao lowered his head and whispered to Fang Qing, “Wife, how drunk must Feng Linglong have been to anger Master Qin so much that he forbids anyone in the capital from selling her wine?”
That expectant look in his eyes!
“Want to try?” Fang Qing smiled faintly. “If the Murong family falls, I’m not going to spend my life with a poor boy like you!”
Ha!
Murong Xiao trembled, pointing at Fang Qing. “I never thought you were this kind of woman.”
“Please, save it. You’re overacting!” Fang Qing said helplessly.
Since she couldn’t drink, Linglong naturally didn’t want to stay there. She said angrily, “You bring Qin Daofei back—I’m going to kill him!”
Jifeng smiled. “Yes, the estate master said he’s waiting for your grand arrival in two months.”
From a distance, Linglong had actually lost to Qin Daofei?
Or perhaps, she had lost to herself.
After the New Year, the snow in the capital began to melt, and the green that had been hidden all winter finally broke through the earth under the sunlight.
The first to appear were the adorable little willow sprouts!
After several sluggish days, the weather turned fine. Huàr noticed Linglong sulking indoors and suggested, “Miss, the willow trees at Hanshan Temple are budding. Shall we go for a walk and take a moment to pray for Yixiao?”
“Hmm, Yixiao has been cooped up and crying at home these days. It’s good to take her out for a walk,” Linglong agreed, and Huàr began preparations.
The group set off in high spirits for Hanshan Temple.
What Linglong did not expect was that right at the temple entrance, she unexpectedly came face-to-face with Tan Xiyin, sparking a clash filled with sparks.
“Oh, isn’t this the former madam of Xiaoyao Estate?” Tan Xiyin sneered, covering her face with a handkerchief.
Without Qin Daofei by her side, she no longer pretended to be weak.
Linglong held Yixiao and looked coldly at Tan Xiyin, who was still confined to her wheelchair, without uttering a word.
The people of Xiaoyao Estate instinctively bowed when they saw Linglong. “Greetings, madam!”
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