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"Father, I want to go to the northern frontier!"

Princess Huashang circled around the emperor, pleading and begging, but he wouldn't agree. Her tone hardened, and she grew angry.

"If you don't agree, I'll sneak out!"

The emperor rubbed his temples: "What are you doing going to the northern frontier? Renbao isn't going there for fun."

"I don't care, I'm going!" Princess Huashang grabbed the emperor's arm and shook it back and forth. "Please! Let me go!"

The emperor shook his head again: "No, you'll only cause trouble for the soldiers on the frontier. Listen to me, stay in the palace."

He got up, exclaiming "Oh dear!"

"I should review the memorials now."

Princess Huashang watched his retreating figure, a glint of mischievous cunning flashing in her eyes.

Even though we told her not to go, she insisted on going!

On the other side, Su Shuying told Su Xuance about Princess Chaoyang's predicament.

Upon hearing this, Su Xuance's expression hardened: "Just focus on your studies. With your father around, Princess Chaoyang can't do anything to you."

Su Shuying nodded.

She left the study, feeling cheerful; it felt so good to have her father's protection.

Su Xuance immediately went to the palace, tearfully complaining that his daughter had been wronged and that he wanted to resign from his post.

The emperor was so frightened that he immediately asked what had happened, and learned that Princess Chaoyang had gone to pick a fight with Su Shuying.

"Don't worry, Minister Su, I will definitely give you an explanation!" The emperor stormed off to Princess Chaoyang's palace in a rage.

Su Xuance's aggrieved expression immediately turned indifferent as he straightened up and left the palace.

"Father!" Princess Chaoyang was overjoyed to see the emperor come to her palace, but then she put on a pitiful expression and placed her injured hand in front of him. "It was Hua Chang who whipped me. Father, you must defend me!"

The emperor snorted coldly and brushed him aside: "Whom did you go looking for trouble with today?"

Princess Chaoyang was stunned, feeling somewhat guilty: "Father."

"From this day forward, you shall stay in the palace and diligently learn the virtues of the princess. You shall be confined for three months and shall not leave the palace!" the emperor said sternly.

Princess Chaoyang froze, her eyes widening in disbelief: "Father! You're punishing me for the sake of a minister's daughter?"

"Do you know who her sister is?" The emperor stared at her. "She is the Little Celestial Master of the Great Yong Dynasty, the Little Lucky Star. You have offended her sister. If Renbao finds out, he will no longer want to be the Little Celestial Master."

Will you bear the consequences?

Princess Chaoyang snapped: "Father, you're being unfair! No matter how capable she is, she's just a three-year-old child. Not only do you want to grant her land, but you also spoil her rotten."

Do you still have eyes for your daughter?

The emperor narrowed his eyes.

So it was because of jealousy.

No one in the palace dared to utter a sound.

Eunuch Liu glanced quickly at Princess Chaoyang and sighed softly.

This princess is really not very bright.

"You eavesdropped on my conversation." The emperor's eyes flashed with anger. "Your crime is compounded; you are confined to your quarters for six months."

After saying this, the emperor turned and left.

"Father!" Princess Chaoyang was even more distraught and hurriedly chased after him.

Eunuch Liu stopped her and gently advised, "Princess, please don't anger His Majesty any further. The Little Celestial Master is the lucky star of the Great Yong Dynasty, while you are merely a princess."

In the emperor's heart.

There are plenty of princesses, but only one lucky star.

Princess Chaoyang raised her hand and slapped Eunuch Liu across the face: "You dog servant, who gave you the right to speak?"

Liu Gonggong remained expressionless and slowly took a few steps back before leaving her palace.

Ah!

Princess Chaoyang roared angrily and smashed everything in the palace.

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Renbao had no idea that several people in the capital were having trouble sleeping because of her.

She and Song Mo walked across the Gobi Desert, and no matter how they walked, they could not see the end; all they could see was desert.

"Brother Song, where is my mother?" Renbao asked, holding the gourd-shaped teapot at his waist, gulping down water. His big eyes looked around, somewhat confused.

The more Song Mo walked, the more uneasy he felt.

Could they have been scammed?

"Little Celestial Master, let's go back first," Song Mo said.

Renbao shook his head: "No, I have to find my mother."

Song Mo's mind flashed to Zhu Bingzhu's face. He was a lowly soldier under Pei Yuru, so he probably wouldn't lie.

But he and Renbao had been in the Gobi Desert for half an hour, and there wasn't a soul in sight, not even a ghost.

"Isn't the little celestial master good at fortune telling? Why don't you cast a divination?" Song Mo suggested.

Renbao's eyes lit up, but she shook her head a moment later: "Grandma Meng said that we can't have fortunes told for relatives, otherwise it will disrupt the cause and effect. Besides, fortune telling costs money. Does Brother Song have any with him?"

She looked at him with anticipation in her eyes, her gaze unwavering.

She cannot calculate it herself.

But Brother Song can pay to ask!

Song Mo immediately reached into his pocket, his expression freezing.

In the city of Beijiang, he used all his money to buy food for Renbao.

His purse was cleaner than his face.

"That's it." Song Mo sighed. "If you can't pay, does that mean you can't cast a divination?"

Renbao let out a disappointed "Fine!"

Ding Ding Deng!

Just then, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly came from ahead.

Song Mo looked over warily and held Renbao protectively in his arms.

"Isn't this the little baby from Dayong and Young Master Song?"

A group of Tibetan soldiers surrounded Renbao and his companion.

The speaker was the military advisor of the Tibetan vassal state. He stared at Renbao, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Wearing gold from head to toe and dressed in black, you must be Renbao, the Little Celestial Master of the Great Yong Dynasty."

Song Mo was about to deny it.

Renbao peeked out from her arms, her big eyes fixed on the military advisor, and gave a clear, cheerful "I'm Renbao! Have you seen my mother?"

"Your mother?" The military advisor raised an eyebrow, a plan forming in his mind. "I've seen her. Come with me."

Song Mo immediately tightened her grip on Ren Bao's arms: "Don't believe him, he's lying!"

Renbao stared intently at the military advisor, repeating Song Mo's words: "Are you lying?"

The military advisor chuckled: "Little one, believe it or not, but since we've run into each other today, why don't you come back with me?"

"Don't even think about it!" Song Mo said coldly, holding Renbao in one arm and drawing his sword with the other.

Renbao looked up at the sky, then at the ground, and telepathically asked Meng Po, "Grandma Meng, can I use my Netherworld power to beat people up?"

Meng Po: No.

"Can I ask Gui Gui to help me beat someone up?" Ren Bao asked again.

Meng Po: No.

Hell.

Black Impermanence became furious and protested, "Granny Meng! You can't do this or that, isn't this making things difficult for Little Yama!"

Meng Po glanced at him and sneered, "You've interfered in human karma, and now you're going to take the punishment of Heaven for the Little Yama?"

Black Impermanence remained silent.

he can not.

Renbao sighed with some disappointment.

She rolled her big, dark eyes. There were about twenty people on the other side, and the military advisor seemed quite intelligent.

Brother Song couldn't outsmart his opponent.

What should we do then?