Grand Imperial Preceptor, This Poor Nun Has Found Love

Have you ever read a story where the heroine transmigrates into a nunnery? Nope! Her father is a monk and her mother is a nun. Have you ever seen a heroine whose parents have such a scandalously forbidden romance? Nope! If a monk and a nun in love is forbidden, what would happen if a Grand Preceptor fell for a young nun instead? Su Banxian did a quick fortune-telling: trouble was brewing. And then she really did get into trouble. Scene One “Grand Preceptor, you serve the will of Heaven and hold a position of unparalleled status. She is merely a nun from a tiny temple. How can you...” “By your reasoning, this Grand Preceptor should stay a bachelor for life?” His gaze drifted lazily, his tone languid. “This humble official would never dare...” “Then should this Grand Preceptor’s partner be male?” He glanced sideways at the yellow-robed man seated at the head of the hall. The man stiffened. “...No,” the ministers replied in a trembling chorus. “Then should she be seventy or eighty?” His gaze shifted to the bewitching Empress Dowager, who was past thirty and seated to his left. She trembled all over. “...No. The Grand Preceptor is just sixteen, in the prime of his life. How could he...” “...Then should she be unable to bear children?” His gaze moved to the beautiful princess sitting opposite him. Her face turned deathly pale. The ministers wiped their sweat. How could it be pleasant to have the enemy closing in on all sides? The pressure was too much for the others, and only the Left Chancellor held his ground. “N-no.” The Grand Preceptor narrowed his eyes, and the air around him turned icy. “Then, according to the Left Chancellor, what sort of woman should this Grand Preceptor find?” The Left Chancellor, prostrated on the floor, couldn’t help shuddering. He addressed the person on the throne in a trembling voice: “Y-your Majesty, this minister has no objection to the Grand Preceptor’s marriage!” A chorus of agreement from the officials rang through the hall: “We have no objections either.” And so the emperor on the throne turned ashen. The bewitching Empress Dowager seated to his left twisted her face in rage. The princess sitting opposite them stared blankly into space. In the resplendent hall, only one person smiled brightly. His long, jade-like fingers toyed with a lock of black hair against his chest, and his whole bearing was captivating. “This Grand Preceptor has always said that the young nun and I are a match made in Heaven. We’re perfect for each other.” Su Banxian was reading someone’s fortune when she sneezed and swore, “Damn it, who the hell is plotting against me behind my back again?” Hearing this, her customer’s face changed, and he turned to leave. She hurriedly put on a warm, friendly smile and got down to business. “Sir, don’t rush off. Your forehead looks dark, your hair is thinning, the corners of your eyes droop, and your fingers are cold. These are all ominous signs...” How could she know that while she was scheming against someone, someone else was scheming against her? Scene Two During an afternoon nap, he held her close. “The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. What a clever plan, my dear.” She reached over and pinched the soft flesh at his waist. “An oriole? Are you blind? Have you ever seen an oriole as beautiful as me? I’m a swan. Do you even know what a swan is?” “I know. Didn’t we eat one for lunch?” Furious, she tightened the hand she had just been about to release. “That was a duck! Have you ever seen a duck that can fly?” “So you want to fly away, my dear?” The air turned a few degrees colder. Before the woman could even let out a scornful snort, he had pinned her down and subdued her. Three days later, the woman woke up sprawled across the bed, tears in her eyes. She glared at the sky outside the window and raised her middle finger: “Fuck you! Aren’t monks and nuns supposed to abstain from meat?”