At the same time.
The largest National Temple in Great Chu—Qingjing Temple.
Prince Qing clasped his hands together, kneeling on a cushion, his thin lips moving slightly as he murmured sutras.
He had already been here for several days.
Not to pray for Jiang Ying's return.
But to pray for her to safely overcome this crisis.
No matter where she was, he asked the Buddha and God to protect her.
An old monk from the temple entered from the door.
He clasped his hands together: "Amitabha Buddha, Your Highness, the hour is late, you should return."
Prince Qing opened his eyes.
Although he still looked somewhat haggard, he was much better than a few days ago.
After all, his second sister-in-law had told him he must take care of himself.
Prince Qing stood up, brushed off his robe, and said to the old monk, "Thank you, abbot, for the reminder. I've already asked the guard to donate today's oil money."
"When I return tomorrow, I will also place silver in the Merit Box."
