Chapter 27: Sad

"Knock knock knock..." The sound of the wooden fish in Qingshou Temple was neither fast nor slow, but there was no sign of stopping. Yao Guangxiao closed his eyes and held the Buddhist beads in his hands, pinching them one by one. After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and said, "The child who died in Prince Yan's mansion had the same symptoms as the Crown Prince when he was seriously ill in Beijing?"