However, after nearly a month of searching within the city, they still hadn’t found any suspicious individuals.
Today, upon leaving the city, Wanyan Zhang brought five hundred personal soldiers with him.
Over at Zhaoti Temple, personnel had been sent two days earlier to clear the area.
Every corner of Zhaoti Temple was inspected to ensure that no one was hiding there except the monks from the temple.
During these two days, Zhaoti Temple was not allowed to receive any visitors or tourists, and Wanyan Zhang had already dispatched a thousand soldiers to surround the entire temple.
Thick curtains hung down in the carriage, and Yun Jiao showed no intention of looking outside.
After the carriage traveled a bit further, Yun Jiao gently freed her hand from Wanyan Zhang’s grasp and took out the sky-blue embroidered pouch from her bosom, handing it over, "I specifically embroidered this for Prince. Though poorly done, Prince can make do with it."
"If you don’t like it, just toss it aside."
Wanyan Zhang took the pouch, his heart filled with joy. His thumb gently rubbed over the embroidered eagle, which was so lifelike it seed to be soaring through the blue sky.
He cherished the pouch and placed it into his bosom, softly saying, "I like it very much, truly."
He once again grasped Yun Jiao’s hand tightly, "Jiao Jiao, won’t you forget about him? As long as you’re genuinely with and bear our child, I’ll promise you the position of Empress in the future."
"Our son will also beco the Crown Prince of Da Jin."
"Even You Er, I won’t neglect him. When he cos of age, I’ll give him the most prosperous territory, letting him live his life as a carefree Prince."
He deeply gazed into Yun Jiao’s eyes, "Jiao Jiao, won’t that be good?"
Yun Jiao’s eyes seed to be filled with tenderness as she looked at Wanyan Zhang and smiled, "Prince, You Er is still young; I can’t think about such distant matters. I’ve never considered what you ntioned; we’ll talk about it later."
Wanyan Zhang felt a bit disappointed for not getting the response he desired.
At this mont, Yun Jiao reached out, "Let hold You Er."
Wanyan Zhang handed You Er to her, and once she had settled him in her arms, he gently embraced Yun Jiao and her son.
Her body carried an unknown fragrance that left him infatuated. He whispered in her ear, "Jiao Jiao, I’ve endured for too long already."
"Tonight, I..." he began to speak, his breath quickening.
Yun Jiao straightened up from his embrace, her face flushing, "Prince, You Er is still here, and besides, we’re going to pay respects to Buddha. Please stop talking like this."
Wanyan Zhang, seeing her only shy and seemingly not angry, felt an overwhelming emotion and gently embraced her, "Alright, I won’t say anything."
"Until tonight..."
The carriage soon exited the city.
Zhaoti Temple was not far outside the city.
Normally, the area around Zhaoti Temple was bustling; as long as the weather was good, various stalls would be set up from the temple gate all the way to the city walls.
But today, after leaving the city gate, it was starkly quiet, with no stalls in sight.
The road from the city gate to Zhaoti Temple had only a few pedestrians.
The carriage stopped outside Zhaoti Temple’s main entrance.
Wanyan Zhang got off the carriage first and then carried You Er down. Standing by the carriage, he extended his hand toward Yun Jiao.
Yun Jiao hesitated for a mont before placing her hand in his and stepping off the carriage.
Once she steadied her footing, Yun Jiao surveyed the surroundings.
Around the temple, there were soldiers holding long spears almost every few steps.
Yun Jiao wasn’t surprised; she knew that once her father and the others left, Wanyan Zhang’s guard over her would inevitably intensify.
She walked beside Wanyan Zhang as they entered the temple, followed by several maids and servants.
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