Transmigrating to the Primordial Era as a Peerless Great Witch, Changing Fate in the Primordial Worl

"Your Majesty, when I searched Ao Bai's study, I found this book in an inconspicuous corner."

Your humble servant recalls hearing someone mention before that the Forty-Two Chapters Sutra seems to involve some past events of a previous dynasty.

Thinking that leaving this with Ao Bai would surely bring no good, I brought it here specifically to ask the Emperor for his judgment.

Kangxi took the scripture, glanced at it a few times, a profound light flashing in his eyes, but his expression remained unchanged; he simply nodded slightly.

"Hmm, Xiao Bao is very thoughtful. I will handle this matter myself. You may leave."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I take my leave."

Wei Xiaobao respectfully withdrew, a weight lifted from his heart.

The scriptures were handed over to the emperor, and how the emperor dealt with them—whether to burn them, hide them, or study them—was none of Wei Xiaobao's business.

He successfully deflected this potential trouble.

He also managed to demonstrate his "loyalty" and "attentiveness" to the emperor, achieving two goals at once.

Back in his room, Wei Xiaobao touched the silver notes in his pocket, feeling the soft armor against his skin and the dagger in his boot.

Thinking of the fragments of the treasure map that had been pieced together and pointed to a mysterious location, he felt more confident than ever before.

The world of The Deer and the Cauldron seems to be unfolding a broader and more dangerous picture for him.

Wei Xiaobao was no longer the petty hoodlum who could only struggle to survive by relying on his cleverness and luck.

Wei Xiaobao returned to the palace to the private courtyard that the emperor had given him.

Although the courtyard is not large, it is quiet and elegantly decorated, with all the furniture and utensils being new and exuding a royal style.

Wei Xiaobao was pondering what to do with the 500,000 taels of silver notes—whether to find a reliable money exchange to deposit them.

Or perhaps we should acquire some property, or simply enjoy life for now?

Suddenly, a commotion broke the usual afternoon tranquility of the palace.

It was a woman's voice, clear and melodious, yet carrying an undisguised air of willfulness and capriciousness.

It penetrated through layers of palace walls and the obstruction of flowers and trees, and came through clearly:

"How dare you, you clueless palace maids and eunuchs! Have you lost your minds?"

"How dare you block this princess's path? Do you have a death wish?"

The voice paused, seemingly growing even more indignant:

"Hmph, if it weren't for my elder brother's concern about the power of that old scoundrel Ao Bai, fearing something might happen to me..."

They wouldn't let me leave the palace. That old scoundrel Ao Bai would have been beaten to a pulp by this princess long ago, crying for his parents.

Where would it be Wei Xiaobao's turn to show off and flaunt his power?

Wei Xiaobao paused, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.

That voice, that tone—instantly, a name flashed through his mind.

And a series of unpleasant "original owner memories" related to this name.

The voice continued, carrying an almost naive, blind confidence in its own fighting prowess:

"I heard that Wei Xiaobao is in this area?"

This princess is going to have a match with him today.

Let's see if my unparalleled martial arts are more powerful, or his mediocre skills that I don't know where he learned them from.

"Let him out quickly."

Upon hearing this, Wei Xiaobao's expression stiffened for a moment, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Unparalleled martial arts? Or just amateurish skills?

This girl's perception of herself and others is ridiculously skewed.

This is truly a spoiled little girl who has been overprotected, never experienced the harsh realities of life, and lives entirely in her own world.

Aside from his noble status, all that's left is probably this deep-seated willfulness and capriciousness.

However, he is no longer the "Little Guizi" who used to struggle to survive, could only be obsequious in front of the princess, and tried every means to get by by making jokes.

He slowly adjusted his direction, approaching the Imperial Garden where Princess Jianning was, the source of the sound, his steps unhurried.

A faint, amused smile even appeared on his face.

But inwardly, he sneered repeatedly:

"I'm not the original Wei Xiaobao anymore. Although I myself haven't fully figured out which unimaginable and indescribable big shot I'm actually projected into."

But since it was chosen by that kind of being and sent to this world, its backing must be incredibly powerful.

In other, more vast, and more dangerous worlds, we might be able to roam freely.

Not to mention the small world of The Deer and the Cauldron.

"You're just a spoiled, arrogant little princess."

Just because of your status and the emperor's favor, you dare to boss me around and even try to bully me? Dream on.

Do you think I can still let you mold me into whatever you want, like before?

A sense of confidence originating from the depths of his soul, blending the characteristics of the ancient Taoist heart with his newly awakened pride.

This made him completely unafraid of the princess's provocations.

Instead, it gives rise to a subtle mindset of "playing with the kids".

After passing a rockery, a bright and open view suddenly appeared before us.

Ahead, beside a flowerbed full of peonies, stood a young girl dressed in a Qing Dynasty court qipao, hands on her hips.

He loudly reprimanded several palace maids and eunuchs who were kneeling on the ground, trembling.

The cheongsam was made of the finest Suzhou and Hangzhou brocade, with bright colors and intricate floral patterns embroidered on it.

It outlines the graceful figure of a young girl as she grows up, with exquisite curves.

She looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, the prime of her youth, brimming with vitality.

The girl's unique curves were faintly visible under the well-fitting cheongsam, trembling slightly with her excited movements.

Perhaps it was because of her emotional excitement, or perhaps it was because she simply liked to use strong fragrances, but an unusually strong "fragrance" that blended floral scents with the natural scent of a young girl could be smelled from a distance.

This girl is so beautiful, she should be a classical beauty who stepped out of a painting.

At this moment, her eyebrows were raised and her almond-shaped eyes were wide open.

With one hand on his hip and the other pointing at the person on the ground, he shouted loudly and without any regard for his image:

"Wei Xiaobao, get out here right now and have a match with me."

Her posture was exactly like that of a shrewish woman in the marketplace who had been provoked and was now arguing in the street.

In stark contrast to her luxurious attire and beautiful face, she looked completely out of place.

Wei Xiaobao's arrival quickly caught her attention.

Princess Jianning turned her head sharply, her eyes, bright with anger, instantly locking onto a young man not far away. He was dressed in the uniform of the chief imperial guard, not particularly tall, but his posture exuded a peculiar composure.

"you."

Jianning looked Wei Xiaobao up and down, a hint of curiosity flashing in her eyes.

But more than anything, she felt annoyed at being ignored, and a sense of innate superiority.

"You're that Wei Xiaobao?"

"I heard you're really amazing. You even captured that old scoundrel Ao Bai. Is that true?"

Her tone was skeptical, as if she were examining an interesting toy.

He then raised his chin and said in a matter-of-fact, almost commanding tone:

"Hey, now that you've seen this princess, why don't you immediately kneel down and kowtow in worship? Don't you know the rules?"