Shiva Linga!

But! There is a huge problem that she had no idea how to solve! She did not know how to make a shiva linga! If she had known that she would go to the past, then Long Jia would have at least watched a video!

Long Jia was a businesswoman and a successful one. She never needed to make anything. The number of shops that wanted her to take something from them could cover at least a thousand miles.

Long Jia sat down on her bed, lost in thought. She folded her arms in frustration and started scratching her head.

She heard a knock and looked around her. The once clean room was now messy. The pillows were thrown on the ground; the sheets were all crumbled and most of all, she looked like a witch. Long Jia straightened herself and cleaned the room a little.

Finally, she permitted the patient guest to enter.

Luckily, it was just Ding Fan. Long Jia sighed in relief.

He bowed and said: "Greeting to Wangfei. The assigned task has been done."

Long Jia nodded her head and said, good.

Suddenly, she asked: "Fan, do you follow any religion?"

Ding Fan tilted his head and asked: "What is religion?"

Her eyes widened. Long Jia was dumbstruck. Even if this is ancient times, religion should exist! Don't they follow Buddhism or Jainism or any other religion?!

Ding Fan was embarrassed. He thought it was something that only HE didn't know. He flushed with embarrassment.

Long Jia had a plan after seeing Fan. If she could not make it herself, then someone else could make a shiva linga for her. It was such a clever solution! She almost mistook herself for a genius.

But! Now, it was all in vain! No one could hear her cries! Even if she cried, who would understand her?

But, was she ever the one to give up!

Long Jia gathered up her courage and looked towards Fan with desperation, "Is there anyone who can make something for me?"

Ding Fan nodded and Long Jia smiled brightly. It was scary to see her smile like a little girl after giving a death sentence to all her servants.

Ding Fan asked: "What does Wangfei want to make?"

Long Jia replied: "I can't tell you that, but it is to be made of mud."

"I know a skilled artisan. But he is exclusive to Wangye."

Long Jia almost had a headache. What's with these rich people always having exclusives! She took a deep breath and stopped herself from exploding. It's only the second day that she had been married. Long Jia did not want a divorce, yet; nor did she want to make herself crazy.

Long Jia nodded her head and dismissed Ding Fan.

Now she had to go and plead that prince again. Long Jia could not stop the scowl forming on her face.

Her only wish was to pass this test, that Shiva was putting her through, without bloodshed.

Not wanting to waste her time further, Long Jia stood up and headed towards that prince's study.