When Bai Zhi'er and the others rushed in.
Prince Qing held a sharp dagger, aimed directly at his left wrist.
A few fangshi stood by, and a brazier on the ground was burning fiercely.
The ground was littered with the ashes of yellow talismans, filled with smoke and miasma!
Yet Prince Qing's face was full of resolve. Ignoring Prince Rui's dissuasion, he said firmly and coldly, "Dripping blood into the basin, can it really make Jiang Ying know that I am summoning her back?"
Prince Qing was asking a fangshi beside him.
The fangshi, with a crafty appearance and greying beard yet black hair, nodded as he stroked his beard, pretentiously mysterious: "All wandering spirits will return upon hearing the call of those they once knew."
"As long as Your Highness is ruthless enough to use your essence blood for the summoning, how could you not summon Miss Jiang?"
"Good." Prince Qing replied swiftly, raising the dagger to pierce his own wrist.
