Chapter 1079: Chapter 1079: Seeking Help
Song Wenjun, with a pale face, said, "Then, then was it true when she said my daughter would die as well?"
As she spoke, tears almost welled up in her eyes.
"How could this happen? Little Caihong suddenly injured her leg today, and it’s broken. Does that mean nothing else will happen? The fortune-telling by the Jiaoyang Temple Abbot isn’t always accurate, right?"
She looked at Wei Qingran with a sliver of hope.
Hoping for the answer she wanted.
Wei Qingran knew what answer she wanted to hear.
But...
She hesitated for a moment and decided to tell the truth, "The Jiaoyang Temple Abbot has never been wrong. I think, Teacher Song, it’s better for us to be careful. If Teacher Song is worried, why not contact the Abbot and ask for more details?"
Song Wenjun was stunned and did not immediately respond.
Seeing this, Wei Qingran added, "We don’t understand these things well. The Jiaoyang Temple Abbot is the expert; it’s always good to ask her."
Upon hearing this, Song Wenjun finally nodded, "Can you help me contact the Jiaoyang Temple Abbot and ask her to look into what’s happening with my daughter?"
Wei Qingran agreed and quickly began contacting Xia Xin.
At this moment, Xia Xin and Jiangli were still in the side temple.
Xia Xin was anxiously waiting for news from Wei Qingran.
Jiangli was holding his phone, checking Song Wenjun’s Weibo from the trending searches.
Jiangli searched for a long time and found the photos of Song Wenjun’s daughter that she had posted earlier.
However...
Seeing the earlier photos of Song Wenjun’s daughter.
Jiangli’s brows furrowed.
Song Wenjun’s daughter was named Little Caihong, a name well-known among Song Wenjun’s fans, who constantly praised Little Caihong’s beauty in the comments section.
Indeed, Song Wenjun’s daughter was just as beautiful as her mother.
Moreover, from her appearance, Little Caihong was not someone doomed to a short life.
Looking again at Little Caihong and Song Wenjun’s facial features, it was clear they were biologically related.
From the information available, considering Song Wenjun’s birth date and analyzing her facial features.
Song Wenjun should only have this one daughter.
If the children’s palace has a calamity, it naturally would affect Little Caihong.
But Little Caihong was not someone destined for a short life...
This was contradictory.
Jiangli furrowed his brow, rubbing his chin, remaining silent for a long time.
Just then, Xia Xin’s phone rang.
It was a direct call from Wei Qingran.
Xia Xin, somewhat excited, said, "Oh, oh ancestor, my goddess is calling. Should we answer it?"
Jiangli nodded, "Answer it."
Xia Xin held his breath, calmed his mind, and then answered the call, "Hello, Sister Qingran?"
Upon hearing Xia Xin’s voice, Wei Qingran glanced at Song Wenjun, who was eagerly watching beside her, and without much small talk, directly asked, "Master Xia Xin, is the Abbot there? Teacher Song and I would like to talk to the Abbot?"
Teacher Song?
Xia Xin immediately realized that person was likely Song Wenjun, and said at once, "Okay, the Abbot is right here, please wait a moment, I’ll pass the phone to the Abbot."
Wei Qingran acknowledged with a ’sure’ and gave Song Wenjun a reassuring look.
On Xia Xin’s side, he placed the phone on the table and slid it towards Jiangli.
Jiangli raised an eyebrow at him.
Xia Xin instantly understood and pressed the speakerphone.
"Hello?" Jiangli said, seeing this, and finally spoke.
Wei Qingran, upon hearing Jiangli’s voice, instantly tensed up, "Abbot?"
Jiangli replied with a hum, "It’s me."
"Abbot, I saw the message Xia Xin sent me earlier, and I’ve spoken with Teacher Song as well," Wei Qingran quickly briefed the situation. "While I was just talking with Teacher Song, her family called, and Teacher Song’s daughter, Little Caihong, had an accident and broke her leg."