The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket!-Chapter 895 - 775, Are You Sick!

After celebrating her birthday, Daohua stayed at home for two days before Old Lady Yan took the initiative and allowed Daohua to go to Four Seasons Manor.

The Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, and they couldn’t let Old Master Gu spend the festival alone at the manor.

The Yan Family had grown accustomed to Daohua’s frequent visits to accompany Old Master Gu.

However, Han Xinran couldn’t help but express her concerns to Yan Wenxiu, "Although one day as a teacher is equivalent to a lifetime as a father, isn’t it inappropriate for our elder sister to always be running off like this?"

"Beijing is not like other places; anything can be turned into gossip. It’s already August, and in three or four months, the elder sister is supposed to get married. At this time, she should be staying at home embroidering her wedding dress."

Yan Wenxiu was silent for a moment, "Old Master Gu has no children, only our elder sister as his disciple. It’s only right for her to frequently visit and keep him company."

Han Xinran said, "Of course, I understand that. It’s perfectly natural for our elder sister to honor her own master. I’m just worried about idle talk. Why don’t we invite Old Master Gu to stay with us?"

Yan Wenxiu shook his head, "The old master is somewhat reclusive and wouldn’t want to come to our house." Looking at Han Xinran, he continued, "I know you are concerned about our elder sister’s reputation, but the fact that Old Master Gu stays at Four Seasons Manor is known and approved by Yeyang. As long as he doesn’t mind, it doesn’t matter what others say."

Han Xinran smiled, "Since my husband has spoken thus, I am at ease."

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Four Seasons Manor.

The summer in Beijing was more stifling than in Zhongzhou, and Gu Jian struggled with the heat. Uncomfortable, he often became lost in thought, reminded of the hardships of his early life, leading him to think of old Mrs. Gu.

"I wish to go to the temple to light a lamp and pray for my sister."

Daohua immediately agreed, "Sure, Master, which temple would you like to visit?"

Gu Jian was silent for a long while, "Let’s go to the Imperial Temple on Tangyu Mountain." His sister could not be buried in the Imperial Mausoleum, but at least he could light a lamp for her in the Imperial Temple.

Daohua nodded and went out to pass the instructions to Caiju and Dongli, asking them to make arrangements.

The next morning, Daohua accompanied Gu Jian to the Imperial Temple.

It was uncertain whether Dongli had informed the emperor, but Daohua and her entourage easily entered the normally restricted Imperial Temple.

After lighting a lamp for old Mrs. Gu in the main hall, Daohua saw that Gu Jian was in low spirits, so she assisted him in strolling around the temple.

The temple was built tranquilly and elegantly, with a stream running through it and dense bamboo groves. Walking along, it was both calming and pleasant.

Seeing her master’s complexion improving, Daohua smiled, "Master, if you like visiting temples, I can accompany you more often in the future."

Gu Jian shook his head, "The Imperial Temple is high-profile, it would be too conspicuous for me to visit frequently."

Daohua silently said in a low voice, "Master, the emperor is already preparing to take action against the Jiang Family. Soon you will be able to go wherever you wish openly."

Gu Jian was not as optimistic as his disciple. The Jiang Family, as the leader of the aristocratic families, would not be easily dealt with. If the emperor acted rashly, it would cause serious repercussions.

The downfall of the Jiang Family was still a long way off!

Just then, Dongli hurried over, "Master, Prince Ping is also here at the temple today. He’s currently resting in the guest wing. If you do not want to encounter outsiders, we might have to leave now."

Daohua’s eyes brightened, and she looked eagerly at Gu Jian, "Master, shall we meet him?"

Seeing his disciple’s excitement, Gu Jian hesitated.

Knowing that her master wanted to meet Prince Ping, Daohua continued, "Master, they say opportunities are better than invitations. You see, I’m about to marry into Prince Ping’s Residence soon, and the Ma Family always seeks to trouble me. You need to back me up. Once we deal with His Highness, not even the Ma Family will dare to challenge me and Xiao Yeyang."

Seeing Gu Jian’s interest piqued, Daohua persisted, "Also, Jiang Wanying has married into Xiliao now, and the Jiang Family must hate me to death. You know the prince’s stance towards the Jiang Family; if they again use him against me, I might not be as lucky as the last time."

Gu Jian, reflecting on an incident where Xiaojiu narrowly ended up hurting his own disciple, decided no longer to hesitate, "Alright, let’s meet Prince Ping today." freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Daohua glanced at Dongli, signaling him to bring the person over.

Prince Ping came to the Imperial Temple today because he had an appointment with the abbot.

The abbot, too, was a lover of flowers, and the temple was planted with many rare and precious blooms.