Prince Leng's Mansion, Qingxin Pavilion.

Jiang Lishuang was kneeling in front of a small Buddha statue, clasping her hands and praying with her eyes closed.

This Buddha statue was given to her by the Queen Mother when she was with her.

She didn't believe in Buddhism, but today, by some strange coincidence, she specially invited this small Buddha statue out.

She didn't know how long she had been kneeling. Her legs were already numb, but she couldn't feel them.

It was late at night, but she couldn't sleep. Because the news hadn't come yet, she was so worried that she couldn't sleep.

Mei Ting walked in gently, "Master, it's getting late, why don't you take a rest first?"

Jiang Lishuang said quietly: "Do you think I can rest at this time?"

Mei Ting lowered her hands and said nothing. Yes, at this tense moment, which determines the outcome of everything, even she couldn't sleep at all, let alone the master.

"There will be good news!" Jiang Lishuang murmured, with a hint of cruelty in her eyes.

After a night of heart-wrenching, until dawn, a faint white fish belly appeared on the horizon, and Jiang Lishuang also knelt all night.

But no news came, and her heart sank.

This is a bad sign!

If there was good news, there would have been news from the palace long ago, but until now, no news has come from Horyuji Temple. Could it be that it really failed?

The result of her desperate attempt was failure?

She knelt there motionless, the expression on her face was unpredictable, and the blood on her fingertips gradually became colder.

"When did Concubine Jiang start to believe in Buddhism? Can this Buddha bless you and make your wishes come true?"

Suddenly, a cold, familiar and teasing voice came from the door, like a thunder, it exploded in her ears with a loud bang.

The explosion made her dizzy and dizzy, she could hardly hold on and almost fell down.

Ruan Xintang!

She's not dead! She's really not dead!
Chapter completed!