After the Princess Marries for Peace, the Coldhearted Buddhist Heir Panics

Five years ago, I caught one fleeting glimpse of Luosang, the Grand Preceptor, whose heart held only Buddhist teachings and no love, and fell for him.

From that day on, he had a chattering little shadow at his heels.

I was the princess my father cherished most, yet I set aside all pride and dignity to pursue him for five years.

Every time I tried to get close, he responded with distance and gentle rejection.

He said he loved only Buddhist teachings and didn’t know how to love someone.

But I clearly saw a barely perceptible ripple in his gaze whenever he looked at my elder sister.

One was the elder sister who loved and cared for me; the other was the man I loved.

To bring them together, I took on my duty as a princess and climbed into the carriage bound for the Central Plains to marry for peace.

But when I left the grasslands, the usually calm and self-possessed Buddhist devotee lost his composure.