A little devil has arrived at the Marquis's mansion, and all the powerful officials in the cour

Why isn't Father here yet!

Renbao leaned against the window, gazing longingly, and tapped his little finger on the window.

The shopkeeper brought in a jug of milk. Seeing her chubby little face tense, he comforted her, "Little Celestial Master, you should go back first. This meal is on me."

"No, we have to pay." Renbao shook her head, then a brilliant idea struck her!

"Uncle Shopkeeper," she said softly to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper, in a high-pitched voice, asked, "What are your orders, Little Celestial Master?"

Renbao asked, "I'd like to set up a fortune-telling stall on the first floor to make money, is that alright?"

Who could resist such a soft, chubby pink dumpling?

The shopkeeper immediately agreed: "Of course."

He personally cleared out a space for Renbao.

Renbao held the pen, his face conflicted.

"Is Little Yama in trouble?" Ruosheng floated to her side and asked softly.

Renbao said shyly, "Brother Piaoniang, my handwriting is too ugly."

Ruosheng chuckled: "It's common for the young Yama to lack writing skills; I'll write it."

Renbao handed him the pen and said crisply, "To guide the lost and avert trouble, fortune-telling costs fifty taels, and medical treatment costs one hundred taels."

If life were to begin.

Renbao's eyes sparkled: "Brother Piaoniang's handwriting is so beautiful!"

"Little Celestial Master, you can go down and set up your stall now." The shopkeeper came in to invite Renbao. When he saw the words on the banner, his eyes lit up, and he quickly walked closer to admire them. "The characters are powerful and vigorous, penetrating the paper, with a majestic and awe-inspiring style. Little Celestial Master, you can write characters with such spirit at such a young age. When you grow up, you will definitely become a master of calligraphy!"

Renbao waved her hand, wanting to deny that she wrote it, but how could she explain Ruosheng's existence?

Renbao pouted and held back, then winked at Ruosheng and gave him a thumbs up.

Beautiful brother, I'm praising you!

If the corners of her lips are slightly upturned.

Renbao sat on a small stool. Most of the people who came to the restaurant were diners. When he saw a little kid setting up a stall, telling fortunes and curing diseases, he couldn't help but take a second look before passing by.

"Why don't they look for Renbao?" Renbao sighed softly, resting her chin on her hand. "Could it be that I've been away from the capital for too long, and they've forgotten about me?"

The shopkeeper reassured him, "Most ordinary people have never seen the Little Celestial Master. Why don't you tell my fortune first?"

"Uncle shopkeeper, your family is expecting a new baby!" Renbao looked at him and took out a lucky charm from her pocket. "This is a gift for my little brother."

The shopkeeper was flattered and accepted the gift with both hands, saying, "Thank you very much, Little Celestial Master."

His daughter-in-law is indeed pregnant, and she'll be giving birth soon.

Seeing the shopkeeper about to take out money, Renbao waved his hand, "Uncle, we have a connection, no need for money."

The shopkeeper was full of gratitude. Seeing that people were coming and going and no one was stopping in front of the stall, he went to call out to customers himself.

"Would you like your fortune told and your illness cured, sir? Today, a young female Taoist priest from Qingshan Temple has come to our inn."

"From Qingshan Temple?"

"She looks only three years old, yet she can tell fortunes and cure illnesses. That's truly amazing."

Soon, a large crowd gathered at Compal's stall, mostly people curiously observing.

"Uncles and aunts, come and take a look! I'm honest with you, young and old!" Renbao said with a sweet smile, looking up.

The group looked at each other, and no one stepped forward.

"Young master, I would like you to tell my sister's fortune. She fell ill a month ago and has consulted many doctors, all of whom have told the family to prepare for her death."

Just then, a boy dressed in plain clothes stepped forward. He looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old and appeared somewhat nervous.

Renbao nodded: "Sure."

The boy handed her a piece of paper with his sister's birth date and time written on it.

Renbao looked closely and blurted out, "Your sister took the calamity for someone else."

The moment he finished speaking, the entire room was stunned.

The boy immediately knelt down, his voice choked with emotion: "Please, young master, come with me to my home."

Someone remarked that he didn't seem like someone who could afford fifty taels of silver.

"Do you have fifty taels? This little kid is a disciple of Qingshan Temple, so the price won't be cheap."

"Yes, fifty taels, I'm afraid you couldn't come up with that even if you emptied your pockets."

Only then did the boy notice the price written on the banner.

Don't even mention fifty taels.

He couldn't even come up with ten taels of silver. He was passing by a restaurant when he heard the manager calling out, so he decided to come in and try his luck.

"I really don't have fifty taels of silver," the boy said with difficulty, his lips moving as he spoke.

Everyone burst into laughter.

"What's the point of having your fortune told if you have no money? They can tell you the answer, but you can't give it to them. Isn't that just cheating little kids?"

"That's right, you're not that old, but you've got a lot on your mind."

The boy's face flushed red with embarrassment. He looked at Renbao and said with difficulty, "Master, I don't have fifty taels of silver. Can I pay you back?"

Renbao could tell he wasn't lying, so he nodded and said, "Sure, once I've earned enough money to pay for food, I'll go with you to visit your home."

The boy was overjoyed and was about to kneel down to express his gratitude when a questioning voice rang out.

"The old Taoist is a Taoist priest from Qingshan Temple. I have never seen a three-year-old girl in the temple. Don't be fooled by her."

An old Taoist priest stepped into the restaurant and pointed at Renbao with righteous indignation.

She's lying.

The crowd gasped, glancing at Renbao's youthful, rosy face, and then at the old Taoist priest with his ethereal air.

The old man and the young man, the old one does indeed look more like a Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest walked to Renbao's side and sat down to set up his stall.

The innkeeper, who had just served a table of diners, hurriedly stepped forward upon seeing this: "Master, this is a restaurant, not a place for a stall. Please move to the bottom of the floating bridge."

The old Taoist priest glanced at him: "You're being far too biased, shopkeeper. If a little baby who's just trying to scam people can do it, why can't I?"

The shopkeeper was dumbfounded.

Is the "little baby who's lying" referring to the Little Celestial Master?

"You've misunderstood," the shopkeeper hurriedly explained. "She's no ordinary doll; she's..."

boom!

A figure suddenly tumbled down the stairs, interrupting what he was about to say.

"Your Excellency, the Duke!" The servant rushed down from the second floor, throwing himself at the old man. He was both anxious and furious, glaring at the manager. "The food in your restaurant is poisoned!"