But he never expected that this blood relative he found halfway actually possessed such extraordinary abilities that he could control and subdue the vicious ghost fetus.
And what kind of mysterious person is the master that she keeps mentioning in her heart, who could actually raise this daughter who was living among the people to be so... both beautiful and intelligent?
When Abbot Yuantong saw Jiang Songyi's figure, his originally calm expression changed subtly in an instant.
And when his eyes fell on the ghost fetus that she was playing with easily in her hand, his face completely lost its color, and deep astonishment flashed in his eyes.
When he stepped into the Duke of Protector's Mansion and heard the melodious sound of the piano, he had guessed that there might be a master secretly interfering in the matter of the ghost fetus. However, he never imagined that the person who could tame the ghost fetus would be Jiang Songyi!
How is this possible? This is impossible!
Anyone could probably do it, but he knew in his heart, as bright as the stars and the moon, that Jiang Songyi absolutely could not possibly possess the ability to subdue the ghost baby!
Abbot Yuantong tried his best to hide the astonishment on his face, but his heart was surging like a storm and it was difficult to calm down.
His eyes were as cold as ice as he stared at Jiang Songyi closely, and his hands clenched involuntarily under the wide sleeves of his robe.
This stubborn woman actually ruined his careful plan!
Jiang Songyi suddenly felt a chill as if being stared at by a poisonous snake. She raised her eyelids and met the gaze of Abbot Yuantong, who was outstandingly handsome and looked enchanting in his red cassock. Her eyebrows raised slightly, revealing a hint of provocation.
"Isn't Abbot Yuantong still going to the ends of the earth to hunt down the ghost fetus?"
Abbot Yuantong heard the sarcasm in her words, and his expression twisted slightly, but he still maintained his kind smile.
"Donor Jiang, please don't make fun of me. I've traveled a long way from Mount Taibai, rushing here without stopping for a moment, all to resolve this evil fetus. I never expected that there's already a master in Jindu City. It seems my journey was in vain."
Changing the subject, his gaze fell on Jiang Dinglian, his eyes filled with deep meaning: "If the Marquis's daughter is so capable, why would she go to such great lengths to kidnap this old monk from Rong'en Temple?"
Jiang Dinglian showed him no mercy and sneered, "If I had known you weren't as capable as my daughter, I wouldn't have bothered to make this trip myself."
Abbot Yuantong muttered to himself: The general's words are indeed unpleasant.
It seems that no useful information can be obtained from Marquis Yongding.
Jiang Songyi's transformation undoubtedly terrified him. This unfathomable metaphysical skill was definitely not something that could be cultivated in a short period of time. She had long been under Liao Qianqian's close surveillance, the only variable being her unexpected discovery of her past and her escape back to the Yongding Marquisate. How could she have quietly acquired such a formidable ability?
This made Abbot Yuantong feel an unprecedented sense of loss of control.
Jiang Songyi was lost in thought, staring sharply at Abbot Yuantong.
This mysterious monk is truly puzzling. I've never met him before, but upon meeting him for the first time, his gaze is like that of an old friend, filled with an inexplicable resentment. Could it be that I, in this incident, ruined his chance to achieve world fame through the power of the ghost fetus?
Jiang Dinglian understood what Jiang Songyi was thinking and couldn't help but frown slightly, his eyes revealing his growing dissatisfaction with Abbot Yuantong.
This bald monk, who lacks cultivation, actually dares to harbor resentment towards his daughter?
But hadn't Songyi just met this so-called Yuantong Abbot for the first time? Why had she already considered him a demon monk?
Abbot Yuantong watched Jiang Songyi toy with the ghost fetus, and the doubt in his heart was like a fishbone stuck in his throat, unbearable. He secretly thought that Jiang Songyi probably didn't know him, so he shouldn't be wary of him. So he asked directly, "Mr. Jiang, you have reached such a profound level of metaphysics at such a young age. I wonder who taught you this extraordinary ability?"
Jiang Songyi's eyes flashed like lightning as they passed over him, his tone calm, "My master is as mysterious as a dragon. He usually lives in seclusion in the mountains and ancient forests, and only steps forward in times of chaos. However, he is not interested in fame or fortune, and is willing to remain anonymous. This is his noble character and extraordinary integrity. How could I go against his wishes and reveal his true identity?"
Abbot Yuantong's expression was slightly grim, and he couldn't help but wonder: had Jiang Songyi met him at Liao Qianqian's place? Otherwise, why would her words carry a hint of sarcasm, making him feel uneasy?
Jiang Songyi didn't know why Abbot Yuantong was interested in her master's identity, but she was always wary of this evil monk and naturally would not reveal the truth easily.
[Well, actually, I know nothing about my master's identity. In my previous life, I followed him for many years, but I never knew his name. But in this life, on Mount Taibai, I accidentally saved my master from an assassination attempt, and only then did I learn his name was Sogen Doichi.]
Sogen Doichi? !
The scholar who was assassinated on Mount Taibai?
Jiang Dinglian frowned involuntarily. This name...why does it sound so familiar?
Who would assassinate an ordinary scholar?
Not long ago, Jiang Songyi went to Rong'en Temple, and it was clear that the only one who was assassinated on the mountain was the prince!
And Sogen Doichi...
The prince's maternal family, the Suyuan clan, had fallen into poverty, and the name "Daoyi" was the prince's real name.
The prince's name: Xinyi Daoyi.
Crown Prince Xinyi Daoyi had been frail and sickly since childhood, needing a fresh and quiet environment to recuperate. Therefore, he chose to live in the royal residence at the foot of Mount Taibai, away from the hustle and bustle of the palace. Even on important holidays, he rarely set foot in the capital of Jin.
Almost all the civil and military officials of the Western Wei Dynasty believed that the prince would not live long, and they were mostly indifferent and neglectful towards him.
Several days earlier, in the twilight of the night, Xinyi Daoyi had been assassinated in the dense forests of Mount Taibai, narrowly avoiding death. This news was quickly relayed back to the capital by loyal secret guards dispatched by the Emperor. To ensure the Crown Prince's safety, the Emperor quietly brought him back to the palace, allowing him to recuperate there.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has always been a recluse, unlike the Fourth Prince who is keen on attending banquets at various families, so the outside world knows very little about him.
Jiang Dinglian looked at Jiang Songyi deeply, his eyes revealing an indescribable complex emotion.
He couldn't understand how his own daughter could be connected to the long-ill, bedridden Crown Prince. The Crown Prince she described in her mind was like an immortal, soaring through the heavens, exorcising demons and monsters. He was completely different from the sickly, frail, and dying Crown Prince they knew.
Could it be that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has been secretly practicing magic all these years, and Jiang Songyi doesn't even know that the mysterious master she is talking about is actually the Crown Prince?
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