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As soon as Vice Minister Du entered, he heard these words. He was so frightened that he knelt down and cried out in a mournful voice, "Your Majesty, Little Celestial Master, my son is dead and has paid the price he deserved."

"I have come to the palace today specifically to apologize. It is my fault for failing to properly discipline my son, resulting in a rebellious child."

His words were filled with sorrow, and those who heard them wept.

The emperor responded with an "Oh," and then said, "I heard your wife went to storm the execution ground."

Vice Minister Du immediately slapped himself five times, his face instantly becoming red and swollen.

"My mistake is that I cannot even discipline my wife properly. I have failed miserably."

Renbao watched in stunned silence. This was too cruel of him.

The Emperor looked at Renbao: "What does the Little Celestial Master intend to do with him?"

Renbao said in a childish voice, "Uncle Emperor can do whatever he wants. I'm just a little kid, I don't understand."

emperor:……

At that moment, I remembered that I was a child.

The Emperor looked at Minister Du and said, "The Little Celestial Master has rendered meritorious service in suppressing the bandits. He shall be rewarded with one hundred taels of gold. Minister Du shall be demoted two ranks and confined to his residence for one month to reflect on his mistakes."

This is no different from being marginalized.

Fortunately, he survived.

If the green hills are left, there is no need to worry about no firewood.

Du Shilang thanked her profusely, wiped away his cold sweat as he left the palace, and upon returning home, he immediately wrote a letter of divorce to Tian.

A son can be born again.

He can remarry if his first wife dragged him down.

This is how men in officialdom weigh the pros and cons; they never have genuine feelings.

Renbao and Shen Yanci played two games of chess together, and then she wanted to sneak out to play by herself.

"Brother Shen, my father is waiting for me up ahead." Renbao said to Shen Yanci with a serious expression, "Why don't you take my family's carriage back?"

Shen Yanci looked over and saw that it was indeed the Dali Temple. He patted her head and said, "Okay, be careful on the road. See you at the chrysanthemum appreciation banquet."

"Alright." Renbao jumped off the carriage and said to the driver, "Uncle, we need to take Brother Shen back."

The coachman grinned from ear to ear: "Understood, little celestial master."

Renbao watched them leave.

She turned around and swaggered down the street.

Most of the passersby recognized her; she was the little Taoist priestess with a chubby, delicate face, dressed in a black ruqun with gold trim.

They didn't want to disturb her, so they just glanced at her secretly with smiles on their faces.

Sunlight shone on Renbao, and everywhere she looked, she saw vibrant, energetic faces.

Renbao felt warm and cozy; the world is truly wonderful.

"Little Celestial Master." Feng Banxia pushed the tofu stall out. She had sharp eyes and saw Renbao deftly scoop out a large bowl of tofu pudding. "Try what I made."

"Okay." Renbao nodded, holding up two fingers. "Two bowls, please."

She patted the stool next to her, wiped it with her chubby little hands, and said to Ruosheng.

"Pretty brother, let's eat together."

Upon hearing this, Feng Banxia looked up and glanced at the empty stool next to Renbao. She only looked at it for a moment before returning to her work.

Even ghosts are good things around the little Taoist master.

Du Congfei's head fell to the ground, and the Tian family also received their due retribution. The Du family's influence in the capital was already showing signs of decline.

Her parents and younger brother appeared to her in her dreams in the middle of the night.

They did no evil in their lives and were taken care of by the Little King of Hell. They will soon be reincarnated, so let her live a good life.

Tears streamed down Feng Banxia's face. She wiped them away, then called out with a beaming smile, "Two bowls of tofu pudding are here!"

Passersby saw Renbao at her stall and couldn't help but sit down as well.

"Miss Feng, two bowls of tofu pudding, please."

Feng Banxia asked, "Would you like it salty or sweet, sir?"

"One bowl of each."

"Okay!"

Renbao raised her chubby little hand: "The tofu pudding is so delicious! It's so tender and smooth! I want to eat four more bowls, no, six more bowls—three sweet ones and three salty ones!"

Everyone paused for a moment, and the atmosphere became somewhat quiet.

Feng Banxia quickly replied, "Okay!"

Renbao put down his chubby little hand, his bright black eyes darted around, and his voice softened as he asked in a childish voice, "Did Renbao eat too much?"

Everyone hurriedly waved their hands.

How could this be! It's because Renbao is so cute that they were momentarily stunned.

"Little... Renbao's ability to eat is a blessing."

"Renbao is so cute, so fair and tender, and he has such a good appetite! My little rascal is as skinny as a monkey; he should learn from Renbao."

"That's right, who wouldn't want a sweet child like Renbao?"

Renbao blushed from the praise. After finishing eight bowls of tofu pudding with Ruosheng, she quietly slipped away.

When Feng Banxia went to tidy up, she found a gold ingot and a talisman next to the bowl, which read, "May the future be smooth."

Feng Banxia clutched the talisman to her chest, sobbing uncontrollably. She slowly squatted down on the ground.

By this time, the setting sun had enveloped her.

The dead are dead.

Those who are alive should live well.

Reunion in the underworld is a different kind of reunion.

"Brother Piaoniang, Sister Feng will have a good marriage and two lovely children," Renbao whispered to Ruosheng as they walked in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Ruosheng smiled and said, "That's wonderful."

Renbao nodded emphatically and said in his childish voice, "I think it's great too!"

"Get out of the way!"

Just then, a carriage came hurtling towards Renbao.

Ruosheng wanted to pick Renbao up and hide from him.

Renbao was faster; he scooped him up in his arms and held him protectively behind him. He took out a talisman, stuck it on the horse's head, and shouted in a childish voice, "Who goes there? You're about to bump into me!"

Ruosheng's handsome face seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

Ji Gui, who was passing by, laughed out loud: "If a Buddhist disciple in life and a hundred-year-old evil ghost in death were to be protected by a three-year-old baby, how shameful!"

Ruosheng: If you're jealous, just say so. There's no need to beat around the bush.

Ji Gui: ………

He wanted to see who was so blind as to dare bump into Renbao.

Renbao sensed their undercurrent of tension and spread his chubby little hands: "Things in the mortal realm should be resolved by the people of the mortal realm themselves. I'm a human, and you're all ghosts, so back off."

"Whose kid are you! You didn't even move aside when you saw the carriage, are you trying to scam me!"

A maid dressed in a pale yellow dress poked her head out, speaking in a domineering tone.

Renbao frowned slightly: "You're so unreasonable! You're the one who bumped into me and my brother."

The maidservant choked and subconsciously looked behind her.

Isn't there just a little baby in front of you?

Where did she get her brother?

"Hu……"

The maid hadn't finished speaking.

Another clear voice interrupted her: "Yingguang, how dare you be so rude."

Renbao's ears twitched: "Who is the lady inside the carriage? Your voice is so lovely."

A moment of silence fell over the carriage.

She had a bright, oval face and looked about eight or nine years old. She stared at Renbao.

Renbao also stared at her; her face was full and rich.

"Are you a princess?"

"So you're the little celestial master by Father's side?"

The two spoke at the same time.

Little Celestial Master!

Yingguang's expression changed, and she subconsciously looked Renbao up and down.

She wore a black ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) with gold trim and was adorned with gold from head to toe

Others might not know why the princess was in such a hurry to return to the capital, but she, as her maid, did.

The emperor's doting affection for the three-year-old celestial master was already widely known.

Princess Leshang, the emperor's most beloved princess, couldn't sit still any longer. Even while playing outside, she was anxious to come back and see what the legendary little celestial master looked like.