The maidservant widened her eyes. “Princess? You mean that! Third Miss can still be revived?”


  Princess Jing did not say anything more and merely cast her a look. “You’re dismissed for now.”


  She naturally wouldn’t tell this maidservant that her Jing Family had a divine weapon called the Soul-Gathering Bell. It could gather a person’s soul and save a person by subverting heaven and earth, yin and yang.

  Let alone someone who had died for two hours, it might possibly be able to revive someone who had died a decade or two ago.

  However, this Soul-Gathering Bell could only be used three times. Reportedly, it had already been used once.

  If it was used to save her third sister, then that would be the second time.

  A sneer appeared on Princess Jing’s lips, and she crushed her teacup into pieces.

  But it wasn’t completely a waste. She had already known before playing this hand.

  That Third Sister wouldn’t necessarily die for real. However, her death this time would definitely throw them into confusion, giving her some precious time.

  She actually saw through her plot at a glance. Even her closest personal maidservant, Xinlan, was not able to discern this.

  She had been scheming for Jing Minyao’s life from the moment she received the emperor’s marriage edict.

  She knew that Father would definitely make her pass this first-rate marriage engagement off to her youngest sister from how much he doted on the latter.

  As expected, everything progressed according to plan.

  This moron actually sent assassins after the young crown prince consort without thinking after she leaked this information to her.

  In the Divine Province, it was truly way too easy to investigate an ordinary person from the Lower Star Domain.

  Jing Linyao had naturally investigated Qiao Mu and knew that she was not ordinary. Yet all these rumors were just rigid words on a piece of paper before she truly met her.

  Jing Linyao felt admiration for this little lady.

  A girl from a small Lower Star Domain was able to achieve such an advanced cultivation at such a young age. This was definitely not something that could be accomplished by relying on luck.

  ?The door to the residence was suddenly slammed open as she was lost in her thoughts.

  Thirty plus black-clothed men appeared at the entrance, their austere eyes fixated on Jing Linyao.

  “You guys seem to have come late.” Jing Linyao was not fazed in the least and merely smoothed out the hair by her temples.

  Under the gaze of the leader of the black-clothed men, she abruptly drew her shortsword from her waist and made three solid cuts on her wrist with force. “Consider this as Linyao’s penitence. Linyao will remember that she owes the crown prince consort a favor.”


  “Princess!!” Xinlan and the others shouted in alarm after rushing over.

  A faint smile hung on Princess Jing’s lips as she looked at them calmly, just sitting there steadfastly by the waning candlelight.