"Ah!"
The sachet caught fire, startling Tang Jing. He hurriedly, with anxiety, untied the sachet to put out the fire, but he was still a step too late. The sachet was reduced to ashes.
"My talisman!"
Tang Jing's gentle demeanor suddenly turned ferocious as he glared at Yu Nianzhao, wishing he could devour her on the spot.
"Talisman?" A hint of unease crept into Princess Zhaohua's heart.
Tang Jing took a deep breath, barely managing to explain, "It's the talisman I requested from Qingyun Taoist Temple earlier. Have you forgotten, Princess? I also prepared one for you, wishing you peace and happiness."
Recalling the sweet past, Princess Zhaohua shyly smiled, "Yes, I remember."
"That wasn't just any talisman. It was an Exorcism Talisman soaked in corpse oil, specifically to ward off vicious ghosts, along with special Isolation Talismans. You're quite willing to spend lavishly on yourself indeed."
