The side room was damaged, so Mrs. Wang sent someone to pay compensation in silver, added a considerable amount of incense money, and voluntarily suggested copying some scriptures for offering, then the matter was settled.
The carriage descended Qinglian Mountain.
Mrs. Wang leaned on the pillow, rested against the carriage wall, and when the big maid handed her tea, she waved it away: "It's fortunate that Qinglian Temple closed its doors to visitors today. If pilgrims had been streaming in, it would have been more than just a loss of face for the Zhen Family; dragging Yunluo down with them and letting this spread back to the Capital, I feel dizzy just thinking about the reactions from the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion and the Du Family."
