Tanbao was simple-minded and confused, "Just tell them directly that it was the Little Prince who made the prophecy and saved their lives."
"They hate the Evil King, so if we directly say it, not only will no one believe it, but it will also hurt Master's reputation."
Shibao clearly saw this, feeling disheartened, "This is also the crux of the Little Prince's worries. That's why he would rather not attend his Empress Mother's funeral than let Sister argue with the people for him, ruining the image of the Heaven-descended Goddess in the people's hearts."
Tanbao felt pity, "Is he really not going to attend his Empress Mother's funeral? How pitiful."
"How about disguising himself?"
The Ginseng Spirit approached stealthily, having listened to the whole conversation, feeling emotional, "Although he cannot reveal his true identity, at least he won't have any regrets."