Cui Yue's heart lurched. He hurried forward, leaned close to his prince, and whispered a few words into his ear.
He had personally handled the investigation into Zhang Ren and Sun Qiang some time ago. But their accounts had been so inconceivable that everyone had taken them as absurd excuses to escape punishment. After punishing them harshly, they had put the matter out of their minds.
Now, seeing how convincing the little one's "divine possession" was, he had no choice but to reconsider.
Jiang Yi'an gave a soft snort after hearing him, still taking none of it to heart.
All his life, he had neither revered gods and Buddhas nor believed in ghosts and spirits. His materialistic outlook was deeply rooted, and even the few ceremonies to worship heaven and pray for blessings he had attended in his youth had been little more than cursory formalities.
His wandering thoughts stirred up a past he did not wish to recall, and Jiang Yi'an's expression visibly darkened. Just then, another voice rang out before him-
"Heh." Jiang Yingcheng parted her lips, her tone pitying. "Mortal."
"I am Venerable Jiayue."
"You are strong of limb, simple of mind, and shortsighted... I do not blame you."
Jiang Yi'an: "..."
Cui Yue: "..."
Everyone present abruptly lowered their heads and stared straight at their toes, trying to look as though their minds were wandering beyond the heavens and they had not heard a single word of that outrageous remark.
...This could no longer be called fanning the flames. The little one had practically dragged a fuse into a vat of oil and set the whole thing ablaze!
Bitterness welled up in everyone's hearts.
If the prince really lost his temper, she and her precious little brother would be fine. They would be the ones to