Thrown Into the Wolf’s Den! Zaizai Holds Space In His Hands To Survive the Disaster Year

Shen Ningning glanced at him silently, then slowly walked over and sat next to him.

Even if there is another Wu Fang sitting between the two of them, it is enough.

Mo Lingwei frowned but didn't say anything.

He didn't want to push her too hard. Shen Ningning's agreement to enter the palace to pray was already a concession on her part, and he knew it.

“Did you see all the paper kites I had people release on the day of the Shangsi Festival?”

Shen Ningning paused: "I saw it."

Mo Lingwei glanced at her sideways: "You have nothing to say?"

Shen Ningning lowered her fair cheeks slightly: "I already finished what I wanted to say that day in the Chinese Academy of Sciences, but since His Highness refuses to listen, no matter what I say, it will be in vain. I might as well follow Your Highness down."

 The implication is that she won't stop him from doing anything he wants to do, but she doesn't care either.

Mo Lingwei's cold eyes darkened under his sword-shaped eyebrows.

He sneered: "Of course I won't listen. I can tell you clearly that your marriage to Lu Shaoyuan will not be easy unless Gu dies."

Shen Ningning suddenly raised her head and was about to tell him to stop talking nonsense. However, thinking of her current relationship with Mo Lingwei, those words of warning were not uttered.

 As the carriage drove into the palace, neither of them spoke again.

Once entering the palace, Mo Lingwei got off the carriage at the outer palace gate first.

“I still have government affairs to deal with, so go ahead and make preparations. Someone from Qintian Prison will tell you how to pray.”

Mo Lingwei stood under the carriage, pressing the door curtain with one hand and looking coldly at Shen Ningning in the carriage.

The girl nodded slightly towards him, and Mo Lingwei lowered the curtain.

He was actually in a good mood, because he seemed to have found a way to get along peacefully with Shen Ningning.

 That is, although you force her to do something she doesn't want to do, the attitude is not so drastic.

She won’t resist too much.

Similar to last time, she bit him so hard that she was also very angry.

Thinking of how she acted like a little red-eyed rabbit before, Mo Lingwei couldn't help but chuckle.

  Shen Ningning got off the carriage and found that she was taken to Zichen Palace.

Mo Lingwei arranged for a palace maid named Qingyuan to serve Shen Ningning, and saw Qingyuan leading her to the backyard of Zichen Palace.

Shen Ningning suddenly stopped: "Where is my residence?"

Qingyuan turned around and smiled in confusion: "Don't you know, Your Highness the Princess? Your Highness has asked you to live in Zichen Palace so that you can pray for blessings."

Zichen Palace is the prince's private residence. What is the convenience of living here?

What's more, the backyard here is where the prince's wives and concubines live.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and I are already adults. It is not appropriate to live together when we are not married. Please take me to another residence."

Qingyuan felt embarrassed: "Your Highness, my servant is just following the instructions. If you feel something is wrong, why not wait for His Highness to come back and discuss it with him personally?"

Shen Ningning pursed her pink lips.

It seemed that the eldest palace lady did not dare to disobey Mo Lingwei.

"Okay, I'll tell you when he comes back." Shen Ningning agreed.

She followed Qing Yuan to the backyard. Sure enough, the Kunling Hall, which symbolized the residence of the Crown Princess, had been tidied up by the palace maids.

Shen Ningning stood at the door, refusing to go in.

Qingyuan saw it and said: "Even if Her Royal Highness does not live here, she still has to come in first to have a rest. The adults from Qintian Prison will come later to discuss the matter of praying with the princess."

Hearing this, Shen Ningning had no choice but to go inside.

She did not enter the inner room, but only sat on a chair in the outer hall. Qingyuan ordered the maids to file in in an orderly manner.

Clothes and jewelry, as well as various pastries and fruits were delivered.

 After a while, as Qing Yuan said, the two supervisors from Qin Tian Jian arrived.

　　"I see you, Your Highness the Princess." Both ministers have gray beards. Shen Ningning hurriedly asked them to stand up and offer a seat: "I came to the palace for the emperor's uncle's body, so the two supervisors will spare you the formalities. Please tell me how to pray specifically."

The supervisor quickly took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and presented it to him.

“His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has already decided on the process in advance and asked the princess to take a look.”

Shen Ningning took it over and took a look, her eyebrows gradually furrowed in confusion.

This excerpt is not so much a process of praying, but rather, it is what she needs to do every day.

 After she woke up in the morning, she would go to the main hall of Zichen Palace to help Mo Lingwei grind ink.

　　At noon, you need to accompany Mo Lingwei when you have lunch. After lunch, the two of you will visit the emperor.

 In the afternoon, Shen Ningning had to accompany Mo Lingwei to Zhaori Pagoda, and the two of them copied scriptures for the emperor together.

 In the evening, after having dinner together, it was her time to rest.

After reading this, Shen Ningning put down the note: "Two supervisors, you are highly respected. I believe what you said. Can you tell me clearly, can you really pray for the emperor's uncle by doing this?"

 Why does it seem that she thinks the main point of entering the palace this time is to accompany Mo Lingwei?

They also had to accompany him to read memorials, eat three meals a day together, and even go to copy scriptures together.

Although Shen Ningning had already predicted it before entering the palace, Mo Lingwei must not have simply asked her to pray.

But who would have thought that he didn't even have the time to show off.

 The two supervisors looked at each other and felt sweaty.

“Your Highness Princess, as a blessed girl, as long as you sincerely pray for the Emperor’s health, it will be more useful than any other blessing.”

“Yes, Your Highness the Princess, and Your Highness the Prince is the reincarnation of a real dragon. With him by your side, the effect of praying will be twice the result with half the effort.”

Shen Ningning pursed her pink lips and looked at the two of them.

 These two supervisors had obviously been assigned by Mo Lingwei a long time ago.

She sighed: "I understand, please step back."

In the afternoon, Mo Lingwei finished discussing government affairs as quickly as possible and rushed back to Zichen Palace.

 However, Shen Ningning was not seen.

Only after asking the palace did they find out that she had gone to the Zhaori Pagoda in advance to copy Buddhist scriptures and pray for the emperor.

Mo Lingwei went to Zhaori Tower, and Qingyuan was indeed guarding the door.

Seeing the prince coming, Qingyuan was blessed and said: "Your Highness, I have persuaded the princess that the prayers will not officially begin tomorrow, but the princess is coming today..."

Mo Lingwei nodded: "I already know this, so please step back first."

Qingyuan bowed and left, and Mo Lingwei turned around and entered the Zhaori Tower.

 In a hall full of gods and Buddhas, the girl he had longed for sat in the middle, immersed in copying scriptures.

It seemed that she had been copying for a long time. The sunlight fell on her through the window, and the hall was filled with the faint fragrance of ancient scriptures.

 Shen Ningning sat there, like beauty itself.

 Let Mo Lingwei's restlessness these days disappear.

 He couldn't even bear to get closer, for fear of ruining such a beautiful scene.

Mo Lingwei leaned against the door frame and looked at her. The calmer he became, the more he felt that he must keep Shen Ningning by his side.

He refused to believe that she really had no feelings for him.

Shen Ningning copied the scriptures carefully and concentrated on it with all her heart. In her private mind, she actually hoped that the emperor would get well better than anyone else.

  If he was no longer in fear of his life, could she not worry so much and boldly tell Mo Lingwei that she was actually forced to marry?

 The more she thought about it, the more seriously she copied it.

Suddenly, a hand touched her ear, and Shen Ningning exclaimed in fright. The tip of her pen fell on the scripture and broke a piece of it.

Mo Lingwei's hand that wanted to help her take away the broken hair froze in mid-air.