The Valued Lady is Truly Dominant

Chapter 1142: Where Is the Monk’s Compassion?

Lin Qing was also puzzled.If there is no poisoning, how can one become so weak? Could it really just be because the foundation is fundamentally broken, leading to such frailty?

If that’s the case, what the master uncle said about having a short lifespan might mean there isn’t much time left.

Thinking of this, Lin Qing’s heart tightened, feeling sour and distressed.

Song Ci, however, had a flash of insight and said, "Did Master say it was caused by something external?"

Master Buhui nodded and said, "Some poisons won’t cause poisoning on their own, but once there’s another catalyst, the two can collide and form poison. Of course, I’m just using a metaphor."

Song Zhicheng said, "So after all this talk, it’s actually still poison." He looked at Chun Fen and the others, "You all should search, see if there’s anything unclean in this room, find it for me, don’t leave any corner unchecked."

Master Buhui smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, "No need to search, there’s nothing here."

The monk’s eyes and nose could detect if there’s anything unclean.

Song Zhicheng’s face turned green.

Song Ci seemed to think of something and said, "Stop for now, you girls can leave first."

She dismissed the unnecessary servants.

Song Zhicheng and the others were somewhat puzzled.

But Song Ci instructed Nanny, "Go and bring that prayer bead for the master to see."

Nanny was taken aback, "Madam, are you referring to Min..."

Song Ci nodded.

Nanny’s face suddenly turned solemn, could there be a problem with those beads?

She entered the bedroom without thinking, opened Song Ci’s jewelry box where she usually kept her jewelry, searched layer by layer, and her complexion gradually changed.

Gone.

Outside, Song Ci asked Master Buhui several questions, all concerning her health. She didn’t ask for anything else, just hoped to live a few more years.

"I’ve lived this long, which is already considered old age. I don’t hope for a hundred years; just living a few more years to see the children grow up and our Dan’er mature a bit would allow me to rest in peace."

Song Zhicheng’s heart twisted painfully, "Mother, the master is here, he will definitely keep you healthy and long-lived. Master, wouldn’t you agree?"

He looked at Master Buhui pleadingly, urging him to say something comforting to please the old lady.

Master Buhui shook his head, "Patron Song, Madam does not have the appearance of longevity, living to a hundred is not possible. Monks do not speak false words."

Song Zhicheng almost flipped the table.

What happened to a monk’s compassion? Why stab people’s hearts so bluntly? No wonder he’s just a wine and meat monk, huh.

Song Ci herself felt somewhat stabbed, glancing at Lin Qing, your master is indeed honest.

Lin Qing’s face flushed, showing a forced smile.

Song Ci said, "Master Buhui, I know I don’t have the signs of longevity, you don’t need to keep mentioning it. Just devise a prescription, tell me how to nurse this broken body, so my departure won’t be too painful, and I’ll be grateful."

Master Buhui nodded, "Doctors carry the heart of parents, compassion for the world. I will draw up a prescription, please rest assured."

Song Ci thought for a moment and asked, "In your opinion, how many more years can I live well?"

Master Buhui fell silent, and Song Zhicheng’s heart was in his throat.

Just then, Nanny hurriedly walked out of the inner room, looked at Song Ci, her face extremely grim.

Song Ci’s attention was instantly drawn, asking, "What happened?"

Seeing her hands empty, she couldn’t help raising an eyebrow.

Oh dear, the dramatic twist is here; the object is gone, right?

"Madam, the prayer beads are missing." Nanny said quietly, voicing her conclusion.