Lin Jinshu woke up after Jiang Yingcheng.
To be precise...
He woke up after "Bodhisattva Jiayue."
The spot where he had been struck on the neck still throbbed with a dull ache, and his temples pulsed painfully along with it.
To make matters worse, voices kept drifting over from the doorway-
"Bodhisattva Jiayue?"
"Stop pretending to be some divine spirit!"
The adult man's rough voice carried unmistakable disdain. "Our Prince already warned us that you're full of cunning tricks, Little Highness, and told us not to believe your nonsense."
Although his words were respectful, his attitude showed not the slightest trace of respect.
The reply came in a sweet, childish voice that Lin Jinshu knew all too well. Despite sounding unmistakably young, she insisted on putting on an air of dignified grandeur, offering counsel in a tone of compassion for all living beings-
"Though you, a mere mortal, have shown me disrespect, I shall not hold it against you."
"However... if you do not believe me, I could offer proof."
Lin Jinshu tiptoed out past the Screen and caught sight of his dear big sister looking down, calculating on her fingers. The earnest expression on her face fooled even him for a moment.
"I have divined it!"
Jiang Yingcheng raised her head and smiled faintly at the burly guard by the door, every movement radiating Buddhist grace. "Two months ago, Uncle Prince Ji-Prince Jing said that a momentous blessing would soon come to his household. In his delight, he handed out reward money to many servants. But... you did not receive any that time, did you?"
With the sudden mention of an old incident that had left him brooding for ages, the burly man's face visibly darkened.
"Isn't it perfectly normal for low-ranking men like us not to receive anything?"