The whole family is insanely eavesdropping on my thoughts Chapter 620
Chapter 620: Sleep Talk
The little novice monk frowned in deep thought, unable to make sense of the situation. He stepped forward, scrutinizing the golden Buddha statue. Could there be some hidden meaning?
But as he continued looking, he suddenly leaped up in shock. “Master!!”
His trembling finger pointed at the lotus pedestal, his voice quivering, almost in tears. “Who—who dared to carve a hole into the golden Buddha’s lotus seat?!”
By the heavens! Who would have the audacity to steal from the Buddha’s golden body?!
This was no ordinary statue! This was the revered Buddha’s Child!
A body forged from pure gold, along with its lotus seat!
Yet now, a large chunk of gold was missing from the pedestal! He hadn’t noticed earlier, but upon circling around it, the gaping absence was undeniable!
“Which scoundrel dares to steal before the very face of the Buddha?! Are they not afraid of divine retribution?!”
“The entire hall of gods and Buddhas is watching!” The little monk was on the verge of tears. Tomorrow, an esteemed Bodhisattva was descending to the temple to preach—how were they supposed to explain this?!
“This afternoon, when I polished the golden body, the lotus seat was perfectly intact.”
“Only Princess Sunshine and her entourage entered today.”
As he spoke, the monk’s voice grew quieter and quieter, disbelief creeping into his gaze. That afternoon—only Xie Yu Zhou had been sneaking around in the back…
The little monk’s vision darkened.
The Great Priest, who was rarely shaken, took a deep breath and muttered, “Let things take their course. All is arranged by the heavens.”
But in his heart, he worried—could it be that their Buddha’s Child was never returning?
Xie Yu Zhou climbed into the carriage with a mischievous chuckle, pulling a heavy lump of gold from his sleeve. “Tsk, tsk… this gold nugget is heavy…”
Zhu Mo stared at him in horror. “You even dare to steal from the Bodhisattva?!”
Xie Yu Zhou lifted his chin proudly. “That was Buddha’s Child’s golden body, and they say I am Buddha’s Child reincarnated. How is that stealing? It’s my own belongings—what’s wrong with taking a little back?”
Zhu Mo: ???
The worst part was… he actually made some sense.
Xie Yu Zhou patted the gold nugget. “This is my bride price. A man needs money to marry, you know. Zhu Mo, how much did you spend when you got married? How much was the betrothal gift?”
Zhu Mo’s face darkened with guilt. “The Dragon Clan’s fortune… was inherited by that Phoenix Clan Princess.”
“And my private savings… were swindled away by a flower demon.”
“A-Wu is pure-hearted, unconcerned with wealth and status. It is I who have wronged her,” Zhu Mo admitted with a deep sigh of regret.
“I’ve thought it through. Before A-Wu gives birth, I must return to my clan. No matter what it takes, I will sever my marriage with the Phoenix Clan Princess. I must give A-Wu and our child a proper status. I will not let her suffer any longer.”
The Dragon Clan valued their bloodline. Now that he had an heir, surely they would help him find a way.
Lu Chao Chao glanced at him but said nothing.
When the carriage arrived at the posthouse, the nursemaid hurried out, bowing before taking Shan Shan into her arms.
Seeing his face exhausted, his skin flushed red as if scalded, her heart ached for him.
But she no longer dared to act as she once did.
Though the princess was not yet six, her actions were measured and decisive. That afternoon, she had truly been terrifying…
She had even dared to question the princess.
“Apply some soothing balm for Shan Shan,” Lu Chao Chao instructed. “He will recover by morning.”
She then went to check on her disciples. Zong Bai was already so drained of divine power that not even a trace could be infused into him.
He was teetering at the brink of collapse.
Lu Chao Chao sat alone in her chamber for a long time.
By the time she emerged, lotus lanterns flickered in the night air.
“Chao Chao, have some dinner,” A-Man gently urged, carrying a tray of her favorite dishes. Lu Chao Chao took a few bites absentmindedly before setting the bowl down.
Zhu Mo, after making all necessary arrangements, sat beneath the lotus lanterns in the courtyard, carving a wooden toy with his blade.
“I don’t know if our child will be a boy or a girl,” he murmured, “but my child deserves the best in the world.”
“A-Wu, before you give birth, I swear I will return to the Dragon Clan and settle things with my ex-wife. I will bring you and our child home in proper honor.”
A-Wu sat beneath the lantern light, gently caressing her belly, smiling softly.
“Alright.” The wind carried her voice away, yet it held an undeniable sharpness.
That night.
Shan Shan, after the turmoil of the day, lay restless in bed, a fire of frustration burning in his chest.
The feeling of being utterly powerless, of relying on others’ mercy to live, gnawed at him.
Even recalling the humiliation of the day, his eyes glowed with restrained killing intent.
Sensing his unwillingness, whispers of temptation echoed in his ears, growing stronger and stronger.
But this time, Shan Shan dared not act.
He could only bury himself under the blankets, cursing viciously under his breath. Though his words were garbled, his fury was unmistakable.
“Lu… Chao Chao, you…” Who do you think you are, deciding my fate?
One day, when I grow strong, I will avenge today’s humiliation!
His mind spun with imagined scenarios of Lu Chao Chao’s downfall, and the thought nearly made him chuckle aloud.
Yet, just as the laughter escaped his lips, an icy chill swept over him. The air froze, his every hair standing on end, a primal terror creeping into his bones.
At that moment, with his back to the edge of the bed, little Shan Shan, who had been grumbling fiercely, suddenly went stiff.
In a dazed voice, soft and sugary, he mumbled in his sleep:
“Biggest sister… best…”
“Dearest sister…”
“Love… sister…”
“Earn money… for sister…” Shan Shan muttered, voice muffled, drowsy, and obedient.
Lu Chao Chao stood by his bedside, her Sunshine Sword in hand.
Hearing those words…
She stared dumbfounded at the little boy before her. Finally, she sighed, reaching out to gently pat his head.
Then, she turned and left.
Behind her, Shan Shan, still facing the wall, saw the shadow of the Sunshine Sword raised high on the wall.
His lips quivered. Silent tears slipped down his face.
Never again.
Really… never again!
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