Seeking Plums by Stepping on Blood

The Net-Perception Temple had received a letter.

It wasn't the letter brought by State Duke He for Royal Concubine Hu asking for a meeting with the Young Zen Master, since State Duke He didn't dare to do so.

The Emperor hadn't seen Royal Concubine Hu in recent days. He had been pondering what this meant for some time.

And yet this letter was far more important. Nobody dared delay it, so it was delivered directly into the Principal Justice's hands.

Principal Justice walked hurriedly through a patch of pear forest and came to the deepest part of the temple.

A young monk, kneeling on a low bed in front of the window, stared at a pile of thin sticks, remaining exceedingly focused.

Principal Justice knew that this was the Young Zen Master's favorite game of picking a stick without touching other sticks; the whole Fruit Formation Temple had been already accustomed to the scene.