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As Cui Yingying entered the main hall of the Su residence, several unfriendly eyes turned to her.

Cui Xiang was placed on the ground, his eyes closed, his face ashen, looking exactly like a dead man.

"What is Princess Qing doing? Trying to stage an accident?" Pei Yuru said coldly.

Thump! Cui Yingying knelt heavily on the ground: "Madam Pei, it was my ignorance. I believed Prince Qing's words and firmly believed that the Little Celestial Master was a fraud. I even spoke recklessly. It was all my fault."

Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded.

"Please, little celestial master, save my father! Please!" She kowtowed repeatedly, her forehead red and swollen from the repeated kowtows, but she didn't stop.

"Stop kowtowing." Renbao slid off Pei Yuru's arms. "I took Uncle Cui's money. I won't just stand by and watch this crazy person come to my door."

The more Renbao forgave past grievances, the more ashamed Cui Yingying felt; she was truly not even as good as a three-year-old child.

"Thank you, Little Celestial Master." Cui Yingying's face flushed, and she hurriedly took off the gold bracelet from her wrist and placed it on the table. "This is my gift to you."

Renbao walked to Cui Xiang's side, took out his peach wood sword, made a hand seal, and shouted, "Why aren't you coming out!"

The mad ghost, who had been clinging to Cui Xiang and had even drawn his soul away from his body, felt a surge of pressure and suddenly floated up, staring wide-eyed at Ren Bao.

Renbao looked at it in surprise; there was actually a ghost that wasn't afraid of her.

"Why did you hurt Uncle Cui? Ghosts shouldn't get close to people, don't you know that?" Renbao put her chubby little hands on her hips, snorted, and was a little angry.

The madman scratched his head: "But I'm not a ghost. I'm just someone who loves playing chess. Lord Cui is a skilled chess player, and I consider him a close friend. How could I possibly harm him?"

Meanwhile, in the study of the Marquis's residence, an old man in black robes had a chess set up in front of him.

He sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, trying to calm himself, when suddenly the chessboard shook. He lifted his eyelids.

Who is trying to break his chess formation?

The madman loved chess to the point of obsession, and he deliberately used the chessboard to cast spells in order to wear down Prime Minister Cui.

After his death, even if Prince Qing divorced Cui Yingying, she would have no support and would be no threat.

Renbao raised his peach wood sword and struck the delirious ghost heavily: "A lying ghost is no good ghost!"

The mad ghost screamed incessantly.

Cracks appeared in the array in front of the old man in black robes. His expression changed, and he immediately bit his finger, using his blood to form a hand seal to protect the array.

A faint red light flashed in Renbao's eyes; someone was engaging in a magical duel with her from afar.

She lashed out her miniature soul-snatching rope at the mad ghost: "Take it!"

It harms both oneself and others; it is unacceptable.

The soul-snatching rope hooked around the neck of the mad ghost, and it let out a mournful scream.

A chilling wind blew, and the people in the main hall got goosebumps and dared not move.

As Cui Xiang's soul returned to his body, he slowly opened his eyes, his face filled with joy and surprise. The heavy feeling that had been weighing on him for the past few days had disappeared.

He pushed himself up, somewhat bewildered, wondering where he was.

The chess formation was broken, and the old man in black robes was flung by Renbao's Soul-Hooking Rope from a distance, hitting him right between the eyebrows, and blood slowly flowed down his brow bone.

Soul-snatching rope! Only the underworld's ghost messengers possess this sinister weapon.

Who is it?

A carriage was parked outside the city gate.

"Miss, the city gates are closed. We can only enter tomorrow." Xia He climbed into the carriage, but seeing Qin Zhenzhen nod, she pursed her lips, hesitant to speak.

Qin Zhenzhen looked at her: "Speak your mind."

"Miss, this was also the first time we came to the capital. The very next day, we encountered the swindlers from the Marquis's mansion."

"It was the young celestial master who saved the old patriarch. Now you've joined forces with the person impersonating her. Is that really a good thing?"

Qin Zhenzhen clenched her fist, her expression resolute: "Everyone for themselves, or the world will destroy them. Tomorrow, when we enter the capital, I will be a princess. What's wrong with that?"

Xia He's expression stiffened slightly, and she sighed softly.

I don't know whether this trip to Beijing will be a blessing or a curse.

"I've subdued the mad ghost, and Uncle Cui's illness is cured." Renbao put away the soul-snatching rope and the peach wood sword.

Cui Xiang realized belatedly that he was at the Su residence.

"Thank you, young celestial master." Prime Minister Cui bowed and made a gesture to give him silver.

Renbao waved his hand: "Uncle Wen, you already gave me the money, so I only accepted one hundred taels."

Cui Yingying knelt down and sincerely said, "Thank you, Little Celestial Master."

When Cui Xiang saw the wound on her forehead, he understood, and he felt both heartache and relief.

His spoiled daughter has finally grown up.

Renbao looked at Cui Yingying: "You're such an unlucky girl, so stupid, you were completely fooled without even realizing it."

Cui Yingying's face fell instantly. With Prime Minister Cui's life hanging in the balance, her sense of grievance welled up: "Father, Prince Qing has divorced me."

Cui Xiang's face darkened.

Pei Yuru and Liu Shi exchanged glances, their eyes burning with gossip.

Prince Qing wants to divorce his wife for no reason. Has he lost his mind?

At the Su residence, Prime Minister Cui, not wanting to lose his temper, asked in a steady voice, "What's the reason?"

"He said I was childless, and everyone in Prince Qing's mansion secretly mocked me for being infertile. But Father, it's clearly Prince Qing who's useless!" Cui Yingying grumbled.

Pei Yuru: !

Liu: !

I heard some juicy gossip.

Renbao asked in confusion, "When did someone become incapable of laying eggs? Why is Prince Qing useless? Renbao doesn't understand..."

She pouted her little lips.

Little Yama, who wants to be the smartest person, how could he not understand that this must be a human secret!

Cui Yingying stopped sobbing abruptly. She had forgotten that she wasn't at home; she was at the Su residence.

Moreover, the little Taoist priest is only three years old; what nonsense is she spouting?

She looked at Renbao somewhat awkwardly: "Little Celestial Master, have you forgotten what I said?"

"No good." Renbao shook his head and asked curiously, "So what does it mean?"

Cui Yingying gritted her teeth and said, "Laughing at me for not being able to lay eggs means I can't have children, and being useless means he's a good-for-nothing."

Renbao ran up to her and said, "I can take your pulse and see if you can have a baby."

Cui Yingying extended her hand, feeling a little nervous: "Am I okay?"

"No, your pulse is very good." After taking her pulse, Renbao looked at her face. "You'll have both a son and a daughter in this life."

Cui Yingying laughed and cried at the same time, with a hint of arrogance: "I knew he was a good-for-nothing."

With a solemn expression, Cui Xiang looked at Renbao and asked, "Young Celestial Master, may I ask you to divine the true reason why Prince Qing divorced his wife?"