Chapter 045 Farewell Grace

They emerged from Taihe Hall.

The two boarded a carriage, heading to Nanquan Temple.

The temple was built near Nanquan Water, hence its name.

"Our ancestor was forty years old, frail in health," He Ying began as he gazed at the dilapidated Nanquan Temple, "so he moved to reside in Nanquan Temple, bathing day and night in the Nanquan Water. It was here, amid those waters, that a palace maid was graced and thus the late Emperor was conceived."

Sang Yan always felt his words had deeper meaning, his thoughts profound and elusive.

"Could it be that the Emperor plans to emulate his ancestor?"

She looked around the long-neglected courtyard and the dried-up Nanquan Water, trying to guess his thoughts.

He Ying turned to look at her, smiling lightly, "If Ah Yan were to cooperate, why not?"

Sang Yan frowned, "Your Majesty, please do not jest."

"I am not jesting."