A drop of bright red blood was dripped on the mirror, and then slowly blew out on the mirror... it was strangely absorbed...

Then, a man in white clothes and robe appeared on the mirror.

The man looked only twenty-five or twenty-six years old, very young, handsome in appearance, but his expression was particularly indifferent.

"Your Highness the Princess summoned the empress?" The man spoke, his cold voice exuded an innate indifference like his expression.

Jiuqing leaned on the couch and said lightly: "Is the high priest busy at this time?"

"It's okay if you have something to say." The man in white robe said, "Whether this priest is busy or not has much to do with the princess."

His implication was that even if he was very busy at this time, since the princess had summoned him, he had to put down what was at hand and share his worries and work hard.

But this high priest was born with a cold temperament and spoke differently from ordinary people. It always made people feel that what he said always had an irrespectful and offensive tone.

However, Jiuqing knew him, so he was not displeased. He didn't say anything more after hearing this, and said lightly: "Does the High Priest know about the Nightmare Art?"

"Nightmare Art?" The man in white robe frowned, "Ancient Witchcraft?"

Jiuqing nodded.

"When did Your Highness the Princess become interested in this?"

He didn't think that a talented ninth princess of the royal family needed to use witchcraft to achieve any purpose.

"The high priest just answers my questions." Jiuqing said carelessly, "As for the others... I never thought that the high priest would be curious about something."

The man in white robe choked when he heard this, and his face became even colder.

His eyes stayed on Jiu Qing's face for a moment, and he said, "To put it bluntly, it is a clone technique, which is used to exchange for the soul to leave the body at the cost of his own lifespan, so as to do something that cannot be done under normal circumstances."

"Ten years of life?"

The high priest in white robe, Weimo, then raised his eyebrows: "Ten years?"

Jiuqing frowned, "Will this kind of witchcraft reduce his life for ten years?"

"Ten years of life is only the smallest price." The high priest said indifferently, "A person who uses witchcraft must have something to ask for, and what he wants must be more important than his own life, so he would rather pay the price of life. Since he is willing to shorten his life, then ten or twenty years will be no different for him."

Jiuqing frowned tightly when she heard this.

The meaning of this sentence...is almost the same as what she guessed in her heart.

"Your Highness the Princess is not in the Southern tribe at this time, but in the territory of Xiling." The white-robed high priest frowned slightly, "Does the emperor and the queen know your whereabouts?"

Jiuqing raised his eyes, "They don't know."

After pausing, she said again: "They don't need to know for the time being."

The white-robed high priest had a slight eye, "What does the princess mean to... let me shut up?"

Jiuqing nodded, "Just as long as the high priest does his own business, you don't need to worry about anything else. If the father and mother ask, you can tell the truth or choose to hide it."

"The emperor and the queen have never asked." The young high priest said indifferently, "But the fourth prince came to me the day before yesterday to express his concern and concern for His Highness the princess, and wanted to know when the princess will come back."

The fourth prince...

Jiuqing's eyebrows and eyes were quiet, and there was no strange emotion on her face. She said lightly: "What did you say?"
Chapter completed!