SBCEJM -Chapter 334 Get Lost. Your Woman—I’ve ‘Saved’ Her

【Oh hell, is he insane?】

Feng Zhaoxuan was completely stunned.

【He’s actually bragging about having an illegitimate child outside… to his official wife who’s been essentially widowed for five years? What kind of brain-dead statement is that?】

【Host, this is what you call throwing caution to the wind. Pure “loser’s final dignity.”】

“Proud of it?”

After hearing that, Madam Meng didn’t explode immediately. Instead, she laughed.

“Proud my ancestors’ eighteen generations!”

Her body trembled violently from rage at such shameless words. Even her tears stopped—replaced entirely by blazing fury.

She pointed at Lu Ziming, word by word squeezed out through clenched teeth.

“You want merit? You want to ‘save all beings’?”

“Fine! I’ll fulfill you today!”

Before she even finished speaking, she suddenly turned around. Her burning gaze locked onto Xuan Heng, who had been standing there dumbfounded.

She rushed forward and grabbed his monk’s robe with brutal force.

“Master Xuan Heng!”

“Did you see that? My husband would rather indulge some wild woman outside than touch me!”

“Then you save me today! Otherwise I’ll die right here!”

“I also want a child! I want him to see that I, Meng Zhen, can also ‘accumulate merit’!”

Her actions froze everyone in place.

Lu Ziming’s face turned dark green as he rushed forward to pull her away.

“Meng Zhen, are you insane?”

He tried to drag her off.

“Junior Brother Xuan Heng is a man of cultivation—how can you defile him!”

“If you dare touch him, I’ll divorce you immediately!”

“Then divorce me!”

Madam Meng screamed hysterically.

“You think I still care about being your noble young madam?!”

At that moment, the cold-observing Xuan Heng finally moved.

He raised his hand, turning his wrist sharply, and precisely caught Lu Ziming’s arm mid-charge.

Looking at this so-called “senior brother,” the last trace of politeness in Xuan Heng’s eyes shattered into ice shards.

“Senior Brother Jingkong,” he said calmly.

But his voice dropped the temperature of the entire meditation hall.

“Your worldly entanglements—do not defile Buddhist grounds.”

His gaze swept over Madam Meng, half-clinging to him, then returned to Lu Ziming’s pale face.

“This female benefactor is sincere. This humble monk… will assist her.”

That sentence was like a loud slap across Lu Ziming’s face.

Far more humiliating than any direct admission.

“If you continue to cause disturbance,” Xuan Heng said coldly, “I will report your deception to the abbot and expose your violation of temple discipline.”

“Then it will not be mere expulsion from the sect.”

“Senior brother, take care.”

Lu Ziming was completely crushed by Xuan Heng’s decisive contempt.

He watched helplessly as his wife clung to another man like a vine.

And that man—spoke of compassion while looking at him with icy disdain.

“You… you two shameless dogs!”

Unable to bear it any longer, Lu Ziming stumbled out of the meditation hall in panic.

【…Is Master Xuan Heng enlightened… or completely lost it?】

Feng Zhaoxuan watched in awe.

【Host, maybe this is the legendary “If I do not go to hell, who will?”】

Inside the hall, Madam Meng stood frozen too, forgetting her next move.

Xuan Heng lowered his eyes and slowly peeled her fingers off his robe, one by one.

His movements were gentle—but completely irresistible.

He then steadied her, turned slightly, and pressed one hand against the door.

“I have something to say,” he said.

Creak—

The wooden door shut.

Sunlight, along with the spying gazes outside, was completely cut off.

【Damn! He closed the door!】

Feng Zhaoxuan clicked her tongue, feeling that the ending was even more tantalizing than the scene itself.

【Is he going in to preach… or to stamp something official?】

【Host, based on my analysis, he shouldn’t break the precept.】the system tried to stay rational.

【Not necessarily.】

Feng Zhaoxuan shook her head.

【That look he had just now didn’t look like someone going in to chat.】

Inside the meditation hall, silence fell completely.

Time passed slowly.

Evening arrived.

The temple bell rang.

“Dong—dong—dong—”

The deep echo rolled through the mountains, carrying a strange calm after chaos.

Feng Zhaoxuan stretched her numb legs and patted Liu Si’s shoulder.

“Let’s go. Time to leave.”

“If we don’t, the city gates will close.”

Liu Si reluctantly looked at the tightly shut door.

“Your Highness… aren’t we waiting for the outcome?”

“Do we even need to?” Feng Zhaoxuan smiled.

“The door is closed. What outcome do you think there is?”

“Ah, right.”

Liu Si suddenly understood.

The two of them left the way they came—climbing over walls and blending into the sparse night crowd of pilgrims—leaving the temple of ever-expanding “business scope.”

After sending Liu Si back to her shared courtyard with Liu San, Feng Zhaoxuan reined in her horse.

Liu Si jumped down with her notebook, still full of excitement.

“Your Highness, today was… amazing!”

“Write it well,” Feng Zhaoxuan said with a smile. “I’ll be the first reader.”

“Definitely!” Liu Si nodded hard, then asked curiously:

“Your Highness, do you think Madam Meng… will get pregnant this time?”

“With Xuan Heng’s build, he’s clearly full of vitality,” Feng Zhaoxuan said thoughtfully. “And Madam Meng is desperate. Right timing, right place, right people—most likely.”

Liu Si sucked in a breath.

“Then the Lu family is going to explode! This has sequel potential!”

“Of course.”

Feng Zhaoxuan’s lips curled.

“This is what you call a chain of events. The juicier it is, the better it sells.”

Then she added:

“By the way—do you want to go to the Royal Autumn Hunt in two days?”

Liu Si froze, eyes lighting up instantly.

“Me? I can go? But that’s only for nobles…”

“Did you forget? I’m a noble too,” Feng Zhaoxuan interrupted. “If a prince goes hunting and brings a recorder, that’s perfectly reasonable.”

“You and your brother can come. More people, more fun.”

“I’ll go! I’ll definitely go!” Liu Si nodded eagerly.

The carriage rolled away toward the Prince’s Residence.

Inside, Feng Zhaoxuan leaned back, eyes closed.

Today’s gossip was rich and satisfying—and she’d also found a new business opportunity.

【System, when will our contraceptive products be mass-produced?】

【Host, don’t worry. Within half a month, we’ll have safe, side-effect-free products ready.】

She nodded in satisfaction.

【Price it affordably. This isn’t a luxury item—it’s a lifesaving necessity.】

【Host… are you planning charity?】

【Charity?】

Feng Zhaoxuan rolled her eyes.

【This is called thin margins, high volume. Market penetration to achieve primitive capital accumulation—understand?】

【Besides, saving one life is better than building seven levels of pagodas. I’m doing good deeds… while making a little money. Why not?】

【……Host, your mindset is truly admirable.】