After my rebirth, my whole family read my mind, and my father decided to usurp the throne.

This time she knew that her father had the same nightmare as her precognitive dream, and she could avoid them going up the mountain to be assassinated by assassins in advance, which made her feel more at ease.

There will be no more fevers, no more nightmares, and I can sleep more peacefully.

Early in the morning two days later, a carriage left Prince Kang's Mansion and slowly drove out of the capital, followed by people in the dark.

Jinchan Temple is located on the mountain outside the capital. Not many people go there on weekdays. Most people go to the temple on the first and fifteenth day of each month to burn incense and worship Buddha.

Today is neither the first nor the fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, so there are very few people going up the mountain.

Along the way, only the carriage with the logo of Prince Kang's Mansion was driving.

The carriage reached halfway up the mountain, and suddenly a dozen men in black jumped out from the surroundings and surrounded the carriage.

The driver stopped his horse and ran away.

Man in black:"???"

They didn't think much, and jumped on the carriage with a big knife. However, as soon as they opened the curtain, they were sprinkled with unknown powder, and they were blinded on the spot!

"No! It's a trap! Retreat!"

The man in black who was attacked shouted, and the other men in black were about to leave immediately after hearing this, but soon the guards of Prince Kang's Mansion rushed out from the surroundings, and each of them threw a handful of powder at the face of the man in black.

The people in black didn't expect that these guards would come up with such a move. Most of them were unprepared, and they were all captured alive in a few blows!

And with their previous experience, the guards quickly removed the jaws of the men in black to prevent them from biting their tongues and committing suicide.

The guards packed the dozen men in black into the carriage compartment like a pile of goods, intending to take them back to Prince Kang's Mansion for interrogation.

"Boss, a token dropped."

The guard said as he picked up the token on the ground and handed it to the guard boss.

The guard boss took it, looked at it, and stuffed it into his arms, "Get ready to go back to the house and report to the prince!"

"Yes!"

On another road up the mountain to the temple, a low-key and inconspicuous carriage was driving.

In the carriage, Ye Peizhu pretended to be worried and kept opening the curtains to look out.

I don’t know if the guards have caught the assassin now.

Hope everything goes well.

"Mother, are you worried?"

None of the four Song Wenyu brothers knew that their sister had a precognitive dream, let alone that they would be assassinated today.

Ye Peizhu didn't intend to tell the matter and worry his four sons again, so he found an excuse to excuse it.

Song Jiujiu, who was nestling in her mother's arms and holding a little white rabbit doll, looked at her mother with her big black and white eyes.

[My mother must be worried about the assassination today.

Don't worry, mother, we have quietly changed the route and used the trick. The assassins must have been captured alive.

We are safe. 】

Song Jiujiu let out a moan and let go of the little white rabbit doll she was holding in her little hands into her mother's arms.

Ye Peizhu smiled more gently, "Are Jiu'er going to give the little white rabbit to mother? Jiu'er is so considerate."

The four brothers who heard their sister's voice immediately knew why their mother looked sad when she got into the carriage, and why they took this low-key carriage and changed their route up the mountain.

Song Wenyu and Song Yanche looked at each other, feeling a little regretful that they had not heard their sister's voice earlier.

Otherwise they can help.

The carriage arrived halfway up the mountain smoothly, and the rest of the way had to be climbed on its own.

Song Jiujiu has four brothers. Although the second brother is slightly weaker, the remaining three brothers can take turns carrying her up the mountain.

The family finally arrived at Jinchan Temple.

The gate of Jinchan Temple is open, and there is a young monk sweeping the door.

The young monk saw them and came forward. "Several donors, the master is already waiting for you. Please come with me."

【Huh? Does the little monk know us? 】

Song Jiujiu twirled her little fingers and muttered in her heart.

Song Zixian, the fourth brother who was holding her, stretched out his hand and pulled her little finger out of his mouth, "Sister, you can't eat your little hands, they will be gone if you eat them."

Song Jiujiu: "???"

This baby really almost believed it.

The sandalwood smoke fills the courtyard of Jinchan Temple, and the aroma makes people feel calm both physically and mentally.

The young monk brought the mother and son to a house, and the sound of knocking on wooden fish came from the house.

"Several donors, the master is inside, please."

After speaking, the little monk knocked on the door and pushed it open.

The sound of knocking wooden fish became more and more obvious.

After the mother and son entered, they saw the eminent monk sitting on a straw with his back to them, knocking wooden fish.

The eminent monk wore cassocks, but unlike the other monks, he did not shave off his beard and hair.

She has silver hair and looks very fairy-like just from her back.

【Huh? This master is actually not bald. Should we call him master? Is the master too attentive to know that we have come in? 】

Song Jiujiu murmured in her heart. Seeing that her mother and four brothers were silent, she simply moaned by herself.

Muyu's voice stopped suddenly.

The room fell silent.

Song Jiujiu was stunned and scratched her face with her little hands.

[Did you disturb the master? 】

Master Gu Xu stood up, turned around and sat down again facing Song Jiujiu and the others.

When Song Jiujiu saw Master Gu Xu's face, her big black grape-like eyes lit up.

【What a good-looking master! Looking at the master's silver hair, I thought he was an older master, but I didn't expect him to be so young!

He's so handsome and so down-to-earth. 】

The exclamation in Song Jiujiu's heart made her mother and four brothers feel a little embarrassed when they faced Master Gu Xu.

At the same time, I couldn't help but feel happy. Fortunately, Master Gu Xu couldn't hear his daughter (sister)'s voice!

"Master, we are here to ask you to take a look at my brother's condition and see if you need to summon his spirit."

Song Zixian was the first to speak out his intention.

Master Gu Xu nodded gently, and his clear eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything fell accurately on Song Wenyu's face.

After a while, his clear voice sounded like beads falling on a jade plate.

"Brother Ling's soul is intact and does not need to be summoned. There is another reason why your body is weak."

Although everyone knows from Song Jiujiu's inner voice that Song Wenyu's physical weakness is indeed not caused by his soul, but by a poison.

But when they heard Master Guxu's words with their own ears, they still felt a little disappointed.

Song Wenyu was neither surprised nor disappointed, "Excuse me, Master."

Master Gu Xu's eyes swept across the four brothers, and finally fell on the face of Song Jiujiu, who was held in Song Zixian's arms.

When their eyes met, Song Jiujiu's heart skipped a beat, feeling that all her secrets had been seen through.

"The little girl is very lucky. I can take her to the temple to burn incense on weekdays."