Chapter 1345: Can You Help Me Bring Jiang Ying Back?
Bai Zhi’er couldn’t listen anymore, took a step forward and angrily rebuked: "Nonsense!"
"Sister Jiang Ying would never agree to harm herself, even for the sake of my little uncle."
"It’s not that she’s unwilling to come; it’s that the method you propose is utterly useless!"
Saying this, Bai Zhi’er stepped forward and yanked off the white beard of the Fangshi.
"Rip!" sounded.
The beard was actually glued on!
The Fangshi covered his chin, crying out in pain.
Prince Rui was furious: "Well, turns out they’re frauds. Guards, arrest them and send them to the government!"
Bai Zhi’er threw the beard aside: "Not only do they deceive people, but they also come up with a method as vile as summoning souls with blood."
"You’re all heartless, just for the sake of making some silver. Deliver the Princess’s Jade Token and send these people to the government. Each of them is to be flogged a hundred times!"
Prince Kang immediately applauded with approval.
Jing Jia looked at her daughter, her eyes revealing pride and comfort, brimming with expression.
Her little Zhi Bao was now a young woman capable of standing on her own.
The Fangshi cried and begged for mercy but were ruthlessly dragged away by the guards.
Only then did Prince Qing realize it was all a hoax, and he squatted down, clutching his head in great distress.
"If everything they said was to deceive me, then is it true that Jiang Ying really has no way of returning?"
Jing Jia walked up to him, lowering her beautiful eyes, and looked coldly but with a hint of sympathy and pity.
Before Bai Xilie ascended the throne, Prince Qing was the youngest in the family, and she cared for him as if he were her own brother.
Seeing Prince Qing tormented by longing, Jing Jia felt some reluctance in her heart.
She spoke, striving to maintain rationality and calmness, wanting to ease his inner torment.
"I ask you, you long desperately to bring her back."
"But if she has already found a better place and life somewhere else."
"Would you still forcibly take her from a place of peace?"
Prince Qing was stunned.
Jing Jia continued: "You want her to return because you miss her, but does she truly wish for that?"
"How about this, let’s leave the choice to her. Once she hears your words, let her decide for herself whether to return."
Prince Qing suddenly stood up, eyes widening in disbelief: "You... you can help me bring Jiang Ying back?"
He began to properly regard this woman, her hood concealing her face, so that Prince Qing had no idea what she looked like.
Yet her silhouette and voice seemed increasingly familiar.
Jing Jia nodded gently: "It’s not a guarantee of success, but there’s a seventy to eighty percent chance. However, it requires the assistance of Zhi’er... Princess to complete."
Prince Qing immediately expressed his gratitude.
Jing Jia reached out her hand: "Do you have anything she used in life, something uniquely hers? Give me one."
Prince Qing quickly took out a half-finished embroidered wallet from his sleeve and handed it over.
"She stitched this for me, but before it was completed, the accident occurred."
Jing Jia stroked it for a moment and nodded: "It’s enough."
Prince Qing hurriedly asked: "Is it time to start summoning her soul? What do I need to do?"
Jing Jia lowered her gaze, glancing at his wrist.
The earlier dagger was so sharp that it left a mark with just a careless scratch.
So, Jing Jia sternly, as if she were his elder sister, said: "You need to take care of your own wound!"
"If this happens again, rushing blindly will only lead to worse deceit, and you’ll lose your life."