Chapter 296: Salvation

Early the next morning, Bei Jingchu returned to the East Palace to deal with some urgent matters, then took a purse and went to the Zhaixing Tower.

The man wearing a veil opened it, revealing a lock of hair.

The man pinched his hair and asked, "My life force is gone. Your Highness, are you here to pray for my soul to be reborn?"

The person under the curtain was reluctant to get a positive answer.

"We in Zhaixing Tower don't care about the secular world except for the fate of the country."

"The nun helped you to be liberated last time, and now there is another one."

"It's fine if I just ask for help, but Your Highness doesn't even pay me."

"It's fine if you don't want to pay me, but is this how you ask for help?"

Bei Jingchu was not in the mood to argue with him, so she asked, "How much do you want?"

"It would be nice if we could trade for money."

"But... a national teacher who doesn't care about the secular world actually wants money?"

The Imperial Master tidied up her hair and put it back into her purse, then stood up and took out a candle that had been there for who knows how long.

Without even turning his head, he said, "...Because you only have money, can you give me a magic weapon if I ask for it?"

"...No, I'm so poor that I only have money left."

After saying this, Bei Jingchu felt something was a little strange.

Oh, never mind.

The person in front of her was writing down the list of things to prepare on a piece of paper. The pen had been put away for who knows how many years, but the tip of the pen could do splits more accurately than the basic skills she had practiced.

This person was not affected at all, and the words he wrote were still strong and neat.

The entire Zhaixing Tower bears traces of time.

"The Star Picking Tower has a high status, but our ancestors have allowed you to exist."

He is different from them. It is difficult for him to do two things at once. When he speaks, he puts down his pen: "First of all, we have real skills."

"Furthermore, no matter whether one is high or low in status, one should not care about worldly matters and should behave in a low-key manner."

"Otherwise, there will always be people that the emperors of all dynasties cannot tolerate."

Bei Jingchu stared at the traces of time on the table in a trance, feeling a little confused.

[Although this old dog refuses to admit it, it turns out that the existence of that system is definitely related to him.]

[He said he didn't care about worldly things, but he actually had a lot of contact with me.]

Bei Jingchu couldn't figure it out: [Does every generation of heirs have this experience, or am I special?]

【What’s so special about it? 】

[Or maybe it's just that this old man is out of tune. ]

As he was thinking about this, he didn't notice that the person holding the pen was getting stronger and stronger in his hand, and veins were popping out.

Bei Jingchu asked, "How many imperial masters have come out of the Zhaixing Tower? You don't seem to have kept any records of the life and death of each generation."

"Secret! Secret!" These two short words contained the meaning of gritting teeth.

Like it's going to bite someone the next moment.

The prince was very confused: [Did I ask about the secrets of the survival of Zhaixing Tower? ]

[Is it necessary to be so angry? ]

[Tsk, tsk, tsk, old men in menopause, how scary. ]

With a crisp "snap" sound, the brush that had been used for who knows how many years broke into two pieces, collapsing halfway when it was about to die.

The prince was even more confused.

[If your mind is not calm during practice, can you really achieve anything? ]

[The system is the system, and other places are not scams. 】

She asked doubtfully, "Is your salvation really effective? Or is it just a ritual for a living person to make him feel at ease?"

The Imperial Master's tone of voice seemed unstable, as if he was suppressing something.

"Since you've said that he has real abilities, then of course he has abilities that ordinary people can't match."

"Sometimes, I can communicate with the dead."

Bei Jingchu was surprised: "Then when you pray for the dead, you can..."

There is more to say.

The head under the veil shook: "I have a connection with His Highness, His Highness has a connection with the young Marquis, but I have no connection with the young Marquis."

"The only connection is that His Highness asked me to perform a rite of passage this time."

"I can't see him."

[Then what are you talking about? You are more like a charlatan, okay? ]

Imperial Master:......

So when Bei Jingchu heard his words, she felt sad: "There are quite a few dead souls behind your Highness."

Bei Jingchu felt a chill on her back and her whole body froze.

Until a burst of laughter came to my ears: "Hahahaha——"

She slammed the table and stood up, angrily saying: "You are playing tricks on me!"

......

After being released from house arrest this time, fewer people came to greet him when he left court.

It saves me a lot of effort in socializing.

Some of the officials in the Eastern Palace were also transferred away, but it was not known whether they were transferred away by force or on their own initiative.

There was one group in particular among the Janissaries.

Guards are supposed to be children of noble families. As long as she doesn't stop them, they have the ability to leave and join others.

Bei Jingchu doesn't try to force people to stay who want to leave.

When a position becomes vacant, we recruit new ones.

Among a bunch of newcomers, I met a familiar face.

"Your Highness, I, Jiang Longshou, pay my respects to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

The haunting little scumbag?

No wonder he is the second male lead, look at how respectable he looks.

The little boy is about the same age as her and is still in adolescence, with a childish voice.

It's tantamount to employing child labor.

"Get up."

"Thank you, Lord..."

Bei Jingchu: ? ?

When he said thank you, his voice was still clear and childish, sounding like a girl.

When he said the word "palace", his tone immediately became heavy.

The two sides looked at each other with confusion on their faces, and Long Shou's eyes were filled with fear.

He tried again, "Thank you, Your Highness."

Still a deep voice.

If the person had not been right in front of her and had not left, Bei Jingchu would have thought that someone had been replaced.

What the hell is this? Has it been taken away?

Is this world so mysterious?

An older guard stepped forward and said, "Your Highness, this boy's voice has changed. He has grown up."

"Your Highness is a woman, and you have never seen a boy's voice change. Isn't it amazing?"

Bei Jingchu was even more confused: "You guys all change your voice in an instant?"

Faster than a mouse jumping out!

The guards replied with envy in their tone: "Of course not, everyone's time is different."

"But I have seen a lucky brother whose voice changed in an instant, so he didn't have to go through that period of talking like a duck."

"I didn't expect it to be another lucky kid this time."

Nian'er said that the newly recruited guards all came here because they admired her as a person."

Especially many girls.

But there are always some people who are well-informed and can get wind of the news, and find out that Aye's attitude towards her has not cooled down.

For example, this little scumbag.

Eunuch Jiang has always been by Aye's side, so it is impossible for him not to understand.

Give your adopted son a little reminder, and take advantage of the opportunity when the tree looks like it's about to fall and the monkeys are a little scattered to intervene.

It just so happened that this man wanted to join her, and she also wanted to win over his adoptive father.