Princess Yong left first, so Ji Qingwu and the others took a stroll around the temple's bell tower.
When they went outside, they saw a crowd gathered at the main entrance. They had to squeeze through the throng of people to get out.
Ji Qingrong was pregnant and tired easily, and Ji Qingwu wasn't one to gawk at a spectacle, so they headed in the direction where the carriage was parked.
Suddenly, Ji Qingwu heard a familiar voice.
"I'm carrying your child in my belly, my love. How could you abandon me...?" The voice was soft and mournful, and the words sounded strangely familiar.
A thought struck Ji Qingwu. Even without seeing the woman's face, she knew who it was.
Someone cursed indignantly, "You little hussy! These are hallowed Buddhist grounds, no place for the likes of you! If you don't leave now, I'll report you to the authorities and have you thrown in jail!"
