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"Really, little Taoist Master, please come to my room and take a look."

The Duke of Zhenguo's voice trembled so much that it almost split.

Renbao jumped up and said in a strong voice, "Uncle Wen, don't be afraid, I'm coming right away!"

Tao Xiang, who was listening nearby, wanted to laugh.

The young lady is so versatile that it's easy to forget her age.

Renbao put on the black and red ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), looked down at herself, and shook her head. "Sister Taozixiang, I still think black is the most majestic. Could you make me two all-black robes next time, like Uncle Emperor's dragon robes, trailing on the ground, embroidered with dragons!"

Tao Xiang's smile froze: "Young Miss, only the emperor can wear a dragon robe, and it cannot be embroidered with dragons."

Tao Xiang blinked, a little disappointed: "Okay, then embroider a big tiger!"

"Okay." Tao Xiang nodded, then asked curiously, "Young Miss, why do you only like black? You are so delicate and cute, you would look absolutely gorgeous in a pink or yellow ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress).

Renbao walked to the bronze mirror and put on the gold. Looking at herself, all gleaming in gold, she was very satisfied.

"Uncle Black is very imposing. He wears all black clothes and his face is very dark. Ghosts are all afraid of him and run away when they see him." Renbao picked up a big meat bun on the table, took a bite, and ate with his mouth full of oil.

Tao Xiang: "..."

The "black uncle" the young lady mentioned, could it be the Black Impermanence? He's a ghost messenger, and no matter what he wears, every ghost will be afraid of him.

The Duke of Zhenguo waited outside Renbao's door until she finally came out, and looked at her as if she were his savior: "Little Celestial Master~"

"Let's go!" Renbao strode confidently at the front, "Let me, the little Yama, see what's going on."

The Duke of Zhenguo hid behind him, taking small steps.

Wei Huaihao came over when he heard the commotion. He saw how timid and cautious he was, and then he saw how imposing Renbao walked.

He felt it was surreal.

"What are you doing here?" Wei Huaihao handed the red date steamed buns he had specially bought to Renbao. "Renbao, these are the best steamed buns in Yumen City. Try them."

The steamed buns emitted a faint aroma of dates. Renbao reached out and took a big bite. They were so soft and fluffy!

Her eyes lit up: "It's so delicious!"

Wei Huaihao felt a deep sense of satisfaction watching her eat.

"There's a ghost in my house," the Duke of Zhenguo said, looking at him with eyes full of terror.

Wei Huaihao was silent for a moment, then said, "I'll go with you to take a look."

Squeak!

As the door opened.

The Duke of Zhenguo hid behind Renbao, not daring to go in, and didn't even dare to raise his head.

Wei Huaihao found it quite amusing.

I never imagined the Duke of Zhenguo was afraid of ghosts.

Renbao swaggered in. She stood in the center of the room, looked around, then turned to look at the Duke of Zhenguo, her large eyes showing a hint of confusion: "Uncle Wen, there are no ghosts here!"

The Duke of Zhenguo was stunned, and peeked out from behind the door: "But when I sleep at night, I always hear rustling sounds, and I hear breathing in my ear, and sometimes it pulls my legs. This is sleep paralysis!"

Wei Huaihao asked suspiciously, "Could it be that you're mistaken?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" The Duke of Zhenguo shook his head. "That feeling was too real; it must be a ghost!"

"You mean Renbao was wrong?" Wei Huaihao asked with a smile.

The Duke of Zhenguo froze: "No, not exactly."

Renbao sniffed and smelled a fox spirit scent.

"I know! It's not a ghost, it's a fox spirit!" Renbao climbed onto the table and stomped his feet, looking completely enlightened. "Uncle Wen, you've been targeted by a fox spirit. It wants to drain your life force."

"Uncle Wen always seems to be attracting either male ghosts or vixens."

vixen!

Those aren't ghosts, they're spirits!

The Duke of Zhenguo felt extremely uncomfortable; he didn't want to provoke them.

"Little Celestial Master, fox spirits really know how to drain people's life force," he asked.

Renbao nodded: "Yes, everything in the world has a spirit. Even stones can cultivate once they gain intelligence. The fox clan uses their charm to absorb people's vital energy; when people are listless, they become energetic!"

The Duke of Zhenguo gasped in fright: "Little Celestial Master, can you help me get rid of this vixen?"

He was terrified.

Renbao jumped off the table: "Sure, I'll catch that vixen when she comes again tonight!"

The Duke of Zhenguo breathed a sigh of relief: "Alright, thank you, Little Celestial Master."

The Marquis's mansion, a thousand miles away.

When the Empress Dowager, whose status was beyond measure, appeared in the mansion, Old Madam Su excitedly got up from her wheelchair and said, "Greetings, Your Majesty the Empress Dowager."

The Empress Dowager nodded slightly: "No need for formalities. I have come to see the master in my household."

Madam Su smiled and said, "Your Highness, please come with me."

"Tangtang can take me there." The Empress Dowager glanced at her with a hint of disdain.

The once pampered Madam Su now has dry hair, her round face is thin with prominent cheekbones, and her lips are slightly sunken, giving her a mean look.

She doesn't like it.

Madam Su's expression stiffened, and she quickly said yes. She patted Su Tang and said, "Tangtang, go ahead."

"Your Majesty the Empress Dowager." The old man in black robes seemed to have anticipated the Empress Dowager's arrival. He lit a stick of sandalwood in front of him and, upon seeing her enter, calmly gestured for her to sit opposite him.

The old woman wanted to say that he was being presumptuous.

The Empress Dowager raised her hand and calmly took her seat.

She understood that a person of high status often has a certain air about them.

"I've come today only to know if it's worth it to exchange Qin Zhenzhen for Cui Yingying?" the Empress Dowager asked directly, getting straight to the point.

The old man in black robes raised an eyebrow: "Your Majesty's question indicates that you already have a preference. Qin Zhenzhen is a woman of great fortune, and she also has the appearance of a phoenix."

The Empress Dowager glanced at him: "Does Cui Yingying not have the countenance of a phoenix?"

"Do you have a portrait?" the old man in black robes asked.

The Empress Dowager looked at the nanny.

The old woman presented Cui Yingying's portrait, along with her birth date and time.

The old man in black robes examined the portrait: "His face is of noble birth, and his fortune is mostly due to his family background. He was born into a prominent family, but his destiny is not as good as Qin Zhenzhen's, and he cannot help Prince Qing."

If Prince Qing only wishes to live a peaceful life, his wife is sufficient. However, if he aspires to a higher position, he needs the blessing of those around him, what is commonly known as "a woman who brings good fortune to her husband."

After he finished speaking, the Empress Dowager understood: "I know. Send a message to Su Chengxiao and tell him that I and Prince Qing have agreed to Qin Zhenzhen's request."

The old man in the black robe had a sudden thought.

With the Empress Dowager as their backer, the Marquis's mansion is now secure.

With Qin Zhenzhen joining the fray, their bargaining power against Su Renbao will be even stronger.

"Your Majesty, there is one more thing," the old man in black robes said.

"explain."

"If Your Majesty can release the young Celestial Master Mutuo, who is trapped in Jiaoyang Palace, back to the Kou Kingdom, we will have a 70% chance of eliminating Renbao. To deal with her, we need a genius like Mutuo."

The Empress Dowager hesitated for a moment. Mutuo was a Kou, and if she did this, how would she be any different from a traitor?

"Let me think about it."

Watching the Empress Dowager leave the Marquis's residence, Su Tang asked the old man in black robes, "Master, will the Empress Dowager agree?"

"She will."

"Will it come?" The Duke of Zhenguo asked Renbao, who was hiding under the table, with a mixture of unease and anticipation as he lay on the couch.

Renbao sat cross-legged, munching on dried meat: "Yes!"