Prince Qing froze for a moment and asked, "Then… did she hear what I said?"
Jing Jia nodded lightly. "Of course."
She bent down, picked up the wallet, and handed it back to Prince Qing.
"It's precisely because Jiang Ying heard you that her emotions were stirred."
"She probably wanted to respond to you somehow, but her soul has no vessel, it's too weak, so of course the connection was cut off."
"But it doesn't matter. We've already built a bridge for communication. If she truly wants to come back, there will definitely be a way."
Hearing this, the sorrow and pain that had weighed on Prince Qing for days finally eased a little.
Seeing the change in his expression, Jing Jia's tone carried a faint severity. "We've done everything that can be done. The rest is up to Heaven."
"How long has it been since you last ate? Your face is so sallow that even if Jiang Ying comes back, standing next to you she might look less like a Ghost than you do."
