Chapter 1348: You Should Bow Three Times
Prince Qing froze for a moment and asked, "Then... did she hear what I said?"
Jing Jia nodded lightly. "Of course."
She bent down, picked up the wallet, and handed it back to Prince Qing.
"It’s precisely because Jiang Ying heard you that her emotions were stirred."
"She probably wanted to respond to you somehow, but her soul has no vessel, it’s too weak, so of course the connection was cut off."
"But it doesn’t matter. We’ve already built a bridge for communication. If she truly wants to come back, there will definitely be a way."
Hearing this, the sorrow and pain that had weighed on Prince Qing for days finally eased a little.
Seeing the change in his expression, Jing Jia’s tone carried a faint severity. "We’ve done everything that can be done. The rest is up to Heaven."
"How long has it been since you last ate? Your face is so sallow that even if Jiang Ying comes back, standing next to you she might look less like a Ghost than you do."
Prince Rui, not understanding, frowned and said, "Where did you come from, woman? How dare you be so presumptuous—do you think you can talk about Prince Qing however you like!"
He didn’t just speak; he even pointed a finger.
A clap of thunder rumbled across the sky.
Zhi’er let out a tiny "uh-oh."
No wonder people said her uncle, Prince Rui, was the daftest one in the Bai Family.
Pointing at her mother while talking was disrespecting the Heavenly God.
Generally speaking, that could shorten one’s life.
But Jing Jia, of course, didn’t hold it against him.
She secretly flicked her sleeve, and the thunder receded.
Prince Kang lunged forward, grabbed Prince Rui’s arm in one swoop, twisted his wrist gently, and pinned it behind his back.
Prince Rui’s eyes widened. "Third Brother, what are you doing? You’re helping an outsider?!"
Prince Kang kept winking at him, signaling him to stop talking.
But Prince Rui was fiercely protective of his brothers, and on top of that he thought he didn’t know Jing Jia, so he only grew more annoyed.
"Let go of me! Is this woman your new fancy now? Third Sister-in-law’s only just gotten better for a few days and you’re acting up again!"
Prince Kang stomped his foot in anxiety. "Stop talking nonsense! My heart is like still water right now. I’m focused on taking care of Hui Niang; I couldn’t possibly look at another woman."
"I’m holding you back because I don’t want you acting rashly. We only managed to find Jiang Ying’s soul just now thanks to this female officer."
"If you don’t show gratitude, fine, but how can you point at her while talking? That’s just rude!"
"If you ask me, even if you knelt down and knocked your head on the ground three times, I wouldn’t think it was too much!" Prince Kang said solemnly.
Prince Rui shoved him away. "You’re getting more and more ridiculous!"
Prince Kang decided Prince Rui was missing a few screws, so he simply dragged him off to the side, planning to talk some sense into him.
So the two brothers started bickering and scuffling, swinging back and forth like they were practicing tai chi.
Prince Qing, on the other hand, inclined his head slightly toward Jing Jia. His voice was still low and desolate, but at least there was a trace of hope in it.
"Thank you. Whether Jiang Ying comes back or not, at least you’ve let me see some hope."
Jing Jia folded her arms, posture cool and strikingly beautiful. "If you really want to thank me, go eat something now, then get a good sleep."
"Look at the dark circles under your eyes, and that ghastly pale face—it’s really unbearable to look at."
She took on the imposing air of an elder sister-in-law, stepped forward, grabbed Prince Qing’s wrist, and took his pulse.
Prince Qing struggled slightly. "Let go of me! What are you doing!"
Jing Jia lifted her hand and gave the back of his head a light smack. "Don’t move! I’m taking your pulse."
Prince Qing instantly quieted down and behaved himself.
The forcefulness of this woman felt so familiar that it made him think of a certain impossible person...
Zhi’er watched from the side with her own eyes and couldn’t help letting out a quiet snort of laughter.
She could completely picture how her little uncle, who used to be like a Demon Lord of Mayhem, had been tamed so obediently by her mother.