She Rebuilt Her Fallen Country With Storage Space-Chapter 118 - Shes in Trouble
Chapter 118: Chapter 118: She’s in Trouble!
Chapter 118 -118: She’s in Trouble!
Seeing Xiang Ying also entering the temple, the nun holding the fortune stick container stepped forward, allowing Xiang Ying to draw one too.
Tao Xue drew the top auspicious sign, her joy explosive, she immediately knelt on the cushion under Yue Lao with a plop.
Xiang Ying actually did not believe in these things, but the nun smiled kindly and held out the container, saying:
“Draw one, young lady, don’t be shy.”
Unable to resist her urging, Xiang Ying resolutely drew one.
The nun glanced at the stick, surprised: “It’s a royal sign, no one has drawn it since the war began, a noble’s Red Bird Star moves, good marriage naturally comes.”
Hearing this, Tao Xue hurried over with lifted skirts, staring in awe.
Xiang Ying read the fortune: “True gentleman calls earnestly, seek not the heart that desires departure.”
People continued to enter behind her; the nun attended to them with the container.
Tao Xue lowered her voice, not understanding her excitement.
“Elder Princess, this means the Emperor is right beside you! Let me think, could it be….”
She stretched out the tone, while Xiang Ying’s phoenix eyes remained undisturbed, placing the stick back on the offering table.
“I don’t believe these things, maybe they’re all auspicious fortunes.”
In this era, women’s biggest hope lay in marriage.
Hoping for good marriage to obtain good fortunes, if all were bad, wouldn’t people destroy the Yuelao Temple?
As soon as Xiang Ying finished speaking, complaints from the Seventh Princess came from behind.
“A bad fortune, heartfelt devotion like flowing water, endless bitter loneliness under the moon, phooey! How unlucky!”
Tao Xue argued with justice: “You see, the Seventh Princess didn’t receive any good words.”
Xiang Ying raised her eyebrows.
Are there actually such bad fortunes?
The Seventh Princess came to Xiang Ying’s side, dejected, muttering:
“Thinking about it, now that I am like a female prisoner, what good marriage can I hope for? I would be lucky to just stay alive.”
Xiang Ying comforted her: “Better to rely on me than to pray to the gods; I may not know if a man can make you happy, but I can definitely make sure you are well-fed.”
The Seventh Princess was amused by this, her cheeks blushing.
“Elder Sister, don’t tease me.”
She knelt next to Tao Xue on the cushion, hands pressed together in sincerity, murmuring prayers.
Tao Xue: “Yue Lao above us, I am willing to give all my marital connections to the Elder Princess, hoping Elder Princess finds a good partner and lives a long life.”
Continuously bowing her head, Xiang Ying pulled Tao Xue up, poking her forehead lightly.
“Why do I need your marital connections? If you really want to give them, then continue to serve by my side with your future husband.”
Tao Xue smiled: “Of course, I want to be with Your Highness all my life.”
Apparently realizing Xiang Ying had no belief in Yue Lao, as the three of them left the main hall, the nun specially handed over a red silk that required silver to purchase.
“Our Yuelao Temple here in Xizhou is the most famous, before the war it was bustling, although a bit desolate now, it’s still very effective.”
“Write your wishes regarding marriage on this red silk, hang it on the ginkgo tree outside, it will certainly come true.”
Watching Tao Xue and the Seventh Princess thanking the nun joyfully, Xiang Ying then walked with them to the ginkgo tree.
The Yuelao Temple, about three hundred years old, has been repeatedly restored after collapses, a cycle of rebuilding.
Despite numerous damages to the outer walls and main hall, the two ginkgo trees in the courtyard have always thrived robustly.
Tao Xue wrote Xiang Ying’s name, still hoping for her smooth marital connections.
When it was the Seventh Princess’s turn, she wrote: Marry the ideal husband.
Xiang Ying looked for a moment, frowning slightly.
The Seventh Princess inevitably asked, “Elder Sister, is my writing not good?”
Xiang Ying folded her arms, her phoenix eyes gleaming dark: “It’s not about the writing; rather, I’m thinking about how your wish written here can be fulfilled?”
“What is a satisfying life? He treats you well? He gives you lots of gold and silver jewelry? Or he loves only you?”
These questions indeed stumped the Seventh Princess.
She had never truly considered what it was she actually wanted.
The saying goes, treasures are easy to find, a lover is not.
Following Xiang Ying’s words, she pondered, “It’s not necessarily about him being outstanding, but rather, having the ability to protect me in times of turmoil would be enough.”
Xiang Ying felt this made sense.
“Have you both finished writing? I’ll hang it up for you.”
The tree was a bit tall, and its lower branches were already full.
Xiang Ying pointed to the highest spot: “If we hang it, let’s hang it on the topmost branch.”
Seventh Princess hurriedly wrote her name “Xiang Rongrong” on it.
Xiang Ying, agile in her movements, climbed up the trunk in a few steps and tightened the red silk after tying it. Many women then gathered around asking for help.
Finally, Xiang Qianqian also arrived.
She held the red silk, hesitating and looking around.
It seemed she was contemplating whether to ask Xiang Ying for help.
As Xiang Ying was about to come down, Xiang Qianqian finally spoke, “Elder sister, could you also help me?”
“Throw it up here, if I catch it, I’ll help you. Otherwise, you’ll have to hang it yourself.”
After Xiang Ying’s words, Xiang Qianqian quickly threw the red silk upwards.
Xiang Ying caught it and nimbly tied it to the branch.
Xiang Qianqian’s tone carried a subtle hint: “Elder sister is truly competent, proficient at everything, even the best at climbing trees.”
Tao Xue and Seventh Princess heard this, instantly feeling there was an underlying message.
Before they could query, suddenly a strange object fell from the sky.
Xiang Qianqian screamed almost immediately.
Everyone looked up to see a large goose flying past, casting a shadow.
Looking at the corner of Xiang Qianqian’s mouth, they noticed something yellowish-white.
No need to guess.
Bird droppings.
Xiang Ying raised her eyebrows and looked in the distance.
Qi Fengyi carried away the instigator—her second son, Xiang Yuanlang.
The little guy had been near just now, no wonder he saw fit to teach Xiang Qianqian a lesson.
Seventh Princess burst into laughter: “Serves her right, some people’s mouths are so foul that even birds can’t stand it.”
Others chimed in, “The elder princess is kindly helping, it would be nice to simply thank her sincerely without making unpleasant remarks.”
Xiang Qianqian, leaning on the tree, almost threw up.
Her mouth filled with the dry stench of bird droppings!
Xiang Ying jumped down from the tree: “Don’t ask for my help next time, or I fear what you’ll end up eating won’t just be bird droppings.”
Xiang Qianqian trembled at her somewhat teasing tone.
Watching Xiang Ying leave with the other women, she felt wronged inside.
Did she really say something wrong?
If Xiang Ying could challenge her first, why shouldn’t she retort?
Everyone sided with Xiang Ying, completely forgetting what fairness was.
Half an hour later, the women gathered one after another at the entrance of Yuelao Temple.
Despite having nothing much to amuse themselves with, it was a rare moment of relaxation before heading on a difficult exile journey, making death a preferable option without the courage to pursue it.
Skinny Monkey finished counting and noticed one missing.
“Who hasn’t returned?” he asked loudly.
The women looked around, and someone weakly said: “It seems to be Third Miss Chu.”
Xiang Ying remembered her, part of the group.
A particularly quiet and reserved person, not much of a talker, easily overlooked in the crowd.
Logically, she wouldn’t have wandered far.
Just as everyone wondered where she could be, Acid Scholar rushed over.
“It’s bad! A female prisoner has had an accident.”
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