I Provoke the Buddhist Prince in Front of My Husband's Mourning Hall

As soon as I entered the palace, the emperor fell ill and died. I couldn't bear to think that I had never even touched a man's hand and would be buried by this old man. So I dragged the pure and handsome monk behind the curtain, and while I was touching him, I said: "Monks are compassionate, monk, you have to sacrifice your appearance to save the female believers and escape from the sea of ​​suffering." When I finished touching the man and waited with satisfaction for the white silk to be tied around my neck, the imperial edict arrived. Good news, I don't have to die. Bad news, the Buddhist disciple I forced is a Buddhist prince who has escaped into Buddhism.