Xue Han signaled the wet nurse to take her daughter downstairs and waited until there were no servants left in the room before speaking, "You're ill yet still clutching Buddhist scriptures in hand, and the Buddha beads have not left your grasp. If it were not for the illness that binds you to your bed, you'd surely be kneeling and chanting prayers."
Zhulan understood, "This is someone's heart unable to bear the torment, seeking spiritual solace!"
Xue Han felt her mother's words made sense and continued, "I fear my eldest sister-in-law can't cope and might think of becoming a nun."
Zhulan laughed, "Becoming a nun is out of the question. Ning Hui's health is frail, and temples don't have as many medicinal herbs to offer him. He desires to chant prayers for atonement and is not eager to die, so he won't become a monk."
Xue Han was taken aback, "Mother sees through everything."
