"Didn't Miss Two disappear?" the Old Madam asked, frowning. "She's been found? Even if she's back, can she still manage this old woman? That's not right. Even if she's back, how old is she? How did she get married?"
Granny Fang sighed. The Old Madam's condition had been a bit unstable these past two days. Should she send a message to Miss Two?
Although she didn't forget things for extended periods, the frequency was increasing.
Take today, for instance. It had happened twice since Prince Ding arrived.
"Granny Fang, how long did Zhenzhen go to Taihe Temple for?" the Old Madam asked.
After a few sentences, she was back to normal. Granny Fang felt exhausted.
"She didn't say exactly when. Didn't the Eldest Young Master go yesterday? When he returns, you can ask him, Old Madam." Granny Fang replied.
"It's just that I'm old now. Otherwise, I could have gone to Taihe Temple to escape the heat. I'd ask Master Yuanjue to calculate how many more years I have to live!" The Old Madam's voice gradually lowered, her head nodding, clearly drowsy.
Granny Fang carefully helped her lie down, silently wishing that the Old Madam's condition wouldn't worsen.
Meanwhile, Prince Ding, Zhao Jin, left the Marquis's mansion and told Zhao Qingcheng that he was going to Taihe Temple.
"What reason will you use to go?"
"The little brat ran away from home without permission. Shouldn't I, as an elder, go and bring him back?" Zhao Jin shot Zhao Qingcheng a look.
"The weather is hot, and I can't let you go alone. How about this, I'll accompany you. We won't ride horses; we'll take a carriage. We can set up an ice basin, at least to be more comfortable," Zhao Qingcheng said after some thought. "However, if we go now, we'll likely have to stay a night at the temple."
"The vegetarian meals at the temple are quite good. Staying for a few days is fine too. We can also listen to the master's sermons," Zhao Jin said. "Let's see if you have the same fortune as Amu'er, to have the master cast your fate and tell you when you'll find a wife."
Zhao Qingcheng: ...
"Do you want to stay for more days?" Zhao Qingcheng asked.
"It's rare to get out. Would you be content with just staying one night and coming back?" Zhao Jin glanced dismissively at his foolish son.
"Then I'll go back to the mansion to pack some daily necessities."
"Go back to the mansion for what? If we go back, won't everyone know?" Zhao Jin snorted. "Do you have money on you?"
"Yes."
"Go to a clothing store and buy a few sets of nice clothes, buy two boxes of tooth powder to bring. The temple has the rest. If we're really short of something, your little cousin is about to get engaged to the third daughter of the Qi family, so we're relatives with the Changping Marquis's mansion. Didn't their second daughter marry into the Protector Duke's mansion? We're also related to the Protector Duke's mansion. If we lack anything, we can just ask them for it."
Zhao Qingcheng: So you're going to Taihe Temple to visit relatives?
But the women in the Changping Marquis's mansion and the Protector Duke's mansion would surely bring things for women. Are you sure that if you lack something, you can ask them for it?
Zhao Qingcheng quickly bought the items. The father and son sat in the carriage, eating snacks, and leisurely headed towards Taihe Temple.
Upon reaching the foot of the mountain, Zhao Jin looked at the endless stairs and frowned.
Zhao Qingcheng, carrying two travel bags, took two steps. Seeing his father standing still, he couldn't help but feel puzzled. He was the one who suggested coming, and now he was the one not moving. What was going on?
"Dad?" Zhao Qingcheng called out.
Zhao Jin beckoned him. Zhao Qingcheng had to step down the stairs. "What is it?"
Zhao Jin silently turned Zhao Qingcheng around to face away from him, lifted his leg, and kicked Zhao Qingcheng behind the knee. As Zhao Qingcheng bent down, he leaped lightly and landed steadily on Zhao Qingcheng's back. "I'm old, my legs aren't as nimble."