This year was extremely painful for Beitang Yaori, but for Jiang Bo, it was a very happy year. Because he could sit next to the stone every day and accompany Beitang Yaori, who was quiet and had very few words.

The ice water melted from the snow-capped mountains was clear and transparently washed on Beitang Yaori. He was silent and meditating and sitting quietly under the waterfall.

[Young Master Bo, Yaori stayed in this temple for a whole year? Why is this a forbidden place he doesn't want to come?] Jiang Bo's thoughts were pulled back by Lin Nuanxi.

[The reason why that man could tolerate pain than anyone else was because of the tattoo of Dechaga Dragon King on his body.]

Because of that tattoo?

Jiang Bo smiled lightly, as if he was savoring happy and painful things.

[Okay, my princess. Let’s tell you the story tomorrow, and now we’ll get home.]

A private plane stopped not far from the Sakya Temple that Hejiang Bo mentioned, a luxurious manor standing next to the mountain.

Paralinka Private Estate.

The manor is square and opposite, with three floors in height, complete building facilities and exquisite decoration.

The house has carved beams and painted roofs, magnificent, with gold, silver and jade, precious fur and carpets, and a typical Tibetan aristocratic manor.

Lin Nuanxi was dumbfounded: [Young Master Bo, is this?]

[Welcome to my home, Paralinka Manor.] In order to restore Beitang Yaori to normal for five years in confinement, after coming to Tibet, Jiang Bo used one-fifth of the Jiang family's property to build a noble manor here.

[Young Master, Zashidler!]

A lama in red clothes, with a pretty and gentle appearance, exuding a Buddhist atmosphere. Seeing Jiang Bo coming to offer him Hada, he folded his hands together and bent down respectfully.

[Baimadorji is the lama of the Sakya Temple and the housekeeper who took me to manage this manor.] Jiang Bo introduced Lin Nuanxi.

Baimadorji once again presented the second Hada to Lin Nuanxi: [Welcome here, Miss Lin.]

As polite, Lin Nuanxi also clasped his hands together and returned to Baima Doji.

Jiang Bo took a deep breath of the pure natural fresh air in Tibet: [Baima, how did I explain to you?]

Baima Doji folded his hands together and nodded respectfully again: [Ms. Lin is coming to Tibet for the first time and needs to adapt to it. I have already prepared everything for food and accommodation. The servant is a Han nationality selected from the noble manor, and so is the chef. In terms of food and accommodation, the young master does not have to worry about it.]

[Hmm.] Jiang Bo nodded with satisfaction: [ Nuanxi, see what else do you need to order?]

[Ha, ha!] Well, she thought that Jiang Bo would take her away, but she never thought that she would come to Tibet.

The climate here is so cold!

[Ms. Lin, the temperature difference here is very large, and you can easily catch a cold when wearing such clothes.] Baima Doji turned around and called a girl over: [Nazhen.]

The girl named Nazhen is a typical Tibetan girl with a traditional service and long braids combed with red lips and white teeth, which looks like she is only in her teenage years.

[This is Nazhen Dawa. If you have any needs in the future, just tell her directly.]

Nazhen is calm and capable than her age: [Hello Miss Lin, I am Nazhen. Now it’s time to get cold. If you wear so little, you will catch a cold. Please come with me.] This year is extremely painful for Beitang Yaori, but for Jiang Bo, it is a very happy year. Because he can sit next to the stone every day and accompany Beitang Yaori, who has very little words.

The ice water melted from the snow-capped mountains was clear and transparently washed on Beitang Yaori. He was silent and meditating and sitting quietly under the waterfall.

[Young Master Bo, Yaori stayed in this temple for a whole year? Why is this a forbidden place he doesn't want to come?] Jiang Bo's thoughts were pulled back by Lin Nuanxi.

[The reason why that man could tolerate pain than anyone else was because of the tattoo of Dechaga Dragon King on his body.]

Because of that tattoo?

Jiang Bo smiled lightly, as if he was savoring happy and painful things.

[Okay, my princess. Let’s tell you the story tomorrow, and now we’ll get home.]

A private plane stopped not far from the Sakya Temple that Hejiang Bo mentioned, a luxurious manor standing next to the mountain.

Paralinka Private Estate.

The manor is square and opposite, with three floors in height, complete building facilities and exquisite decoration.

The house has carved beams and painted roofs, magnificent, with gold, silver and jade, precious fur and carpets, and a typical Tibetan aristocratic manor.

Lin Nuanxi was dumbfounded: [Young Master Bo, is this?]

[Welcome to my home, Paralinka Manor.] In order to restore Beitang Yaori to normal for five years in confinement, after coming to Tibet, Jiang Bo used one-fifth of the Jiang family's property to build a noble manor here.

[Young Master, Zashidler!]

A lama in red clothes, with a pretty and gentle appearance, exuding a Buddhist atmosphere. Seeing Jiang Bo coming to offer him Hada, he folded his hands together and bent down respectfully.

[Baimadorji is the lama of the Sakya Temple and the housekeeper who took me to manage this manor.] Jiang Bo introduced Lin Nuanxi.

Baimadorji once again presented the second Hada to Lin Nuanxi: [Welcome here, Miss Lin.]

As polite, Lin Nuanxi also clasped his hands together and returned to Baima Doji.

Jiang Bo took a deep breath of the pure natural fresh air in Tibet: [Baima, how did I explain to you?]

Baima Doji folded his hands together and nodded respectfully again: [Ms. Lin is coming to Tibet for the first time and needs to adapt to it. I have already prepared everything for food and accommodation. The servant is a Han nationality selected from the noble manor, and so is the chef. In terms of food and accommodation, the young master does not have to worry about it.]

[Hmm.] Jiang Bo nodded with satisfaction: [ Nuanxi, see what else do you need to order?]

[Ha, ha!] Well, she thought that Jiang Bo would take her away, but she never thought that she would come to Tibet.

The climate here is so cold!

[Ms. Lin, the temperature difference here is very large, and you can easily catch a cold when wearing such clothes.] Baima Doji turned around and called a girl over: [Nazhen.]

The girl named Nazhen is a typical Tibetan girl with a traditional service and long braids combed with red lips and white teeth, which looks like she is only in her teenage years.

[This is Nazhen Dawa. If you have any needs in the future, just tell her directly.]
Chapter completed!