"Mother, how about this? Come with me, and I'll build a temple hall for you, okay?"
Su Qing hoped to convince her mother by building a temple for her.
"No, I can't. I had wished to chant scriptures in this nunnery for 49 days."
Yang Ruxue shook her head. She could only fulfil her wish in the place where she made it. She absolutely could not change the location. That would be disrespectful to Bodhisattva.
Su Qing's head hurt, yet she was a God of War. She had never had a headache in a fierce battle. Facing a stubborn mother, she was going crazy.
Who could be at ease leaving her here?
Staying with her in the monastery for thirty-nine days was simply torture.
"How about this? Since you insist on staying here, I'll get Uncle Yang to send someone to protect you."
Su Qing took a deep breath and learned to compromise for the first time.
"Aren't you going to stay here with Mother?"
