Pei Ji'an intended to keep the news under wraps, at least until Qu Fulan fully recovered.
However, there were many monks in the temple, and since it was rare to see a marriage happening there, the monks, big and small, secretly discussed it as if gossiping. Don't think monks wouldn't be chatterboxes.
The Heir Pei could at best manage his own people's mouths, but could not control the mouths of the entire temple's monks.
Moreover, the yard where Qu Fulan stayed could not be accessed by idle people; only the monks responsible for cleaning could enter, and they cleaned in shifts daily.
This is what it means for a hundred plans to have one flaw.
Qu Fulan learned from the words of a young monk that she was married. Immediately, she felt as if her legs and feet were filled with lead, unable to move an inch.
"Princely Heir, lady?"
Saying these words, Qu Fulan's voice trembled a bit.
