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

"is that so?"

Renbao held the evil spirit in one hand and the corpse in the other, and slowly put his hands together to ask.

The old man in the black robe watched her movements intently: "Yes, that's it. Renbao is such a clever child. Keep going, don't stop."

Su Tang rushed into the secret room and saw the old man in black robes looking at Ren Bao with burning eyes, his tone gentler than she had ever heard before.

Her expression froze, somewhat incredulous.

The old man in the black robe never gave her a kind look.

After seeing Renbao's actions clearly, she suddenly realized and curled her lips into a smile. So she was just trying to fool Renbao.

That's fine.

Su Renbao, you little fool.

But the next moment, she and the old man in black robes watched as Renbao kneaded the corpse and the evil spirit into dough and stuffed it into her bamboo basket.

The malevolent energy in the sealed room dissipated by more than half.

Renbao grinned at the old man in black robes, his voice soft and sweet, but what he said infuriated the old man: "You want to use evil spirits to do bad things? I won't let you have your way, hehe, it's so much fun teasing you."

The old man in the black robe turned pale. He got up to deal with Renbao, but found that he couldn't move at all.

What is the origin of this little baby?

"Su Tang! Bring out the Soul-Suppressing Nail and aim it at Su Renbao's forehead!" The old man in black robes reacted quickly and shouted at Su Tang.

Su Tang immediately took out the brow nail, but just as she was about to make a move, her foot suddenly slipped, and she fell straight forward, kneeling in front of Renbao.

"You unlucky bastard, you're so unlucky, you'd better not kneel down to me," Renbao said sweetly.

Su Xuance rushed into the secret room at this moment. Seeing that Renbao was safe and sound, he breathed a sigh of relief, picked up Renbao, and walked towards the old man in black robes, wanting to see his face clearly.

"Su Xuance, you have neither an imperial edict nor a written agreement. The Marquis's residence is a private home. How dare you break in and search it?" Su Chengxiao hurriedly returned from outside, his eyes filled with panic, and strode forward to block the old man in black robes.

Su Xuance's gaze sharpened: "I will truthfully report to the Emperor that you are keeping yin creatures in your residence."

Su Chengxiao stood frozen in place, forcing himself to shout, "You have disturbed the peace of my residence! I will certainly go to the palace to impeach you!"

"Oh, whatever." Su Xuance carried Renbao out of the secret room, stood in the courtyard, and looked back deeply.

Inside the carriage.

Renbao nestled in Su Xuance's arms, eating a large meat bun.

As the carriage was about to turn into the Su residence, she puffed out her cheeks and mumbled, "Father, let's not go home, let's go to the Song residence."

Su Xuance understood her meaning and was somewhat surprised: "Is it Minister Song of the Ministry of War?"

Renbao nodded: "Yes, the corpse that the wicked old man wanted to refine into the coffin was his son."

The atmosphere in the main hall of the Song residence was oppressive and heavy.

Old Madam Song, leaning on her cane, sat in the main seat, her face haggard, and looked at Minister Song: "Still haven't found Zhizhang?"

Minister Song's face was grim, and his tone was unpleasant: "No, just let that brat die out there. He eloped for a woman and abandoned his family!"

"Master!" Madam Song looked anxious and uneasy, her fingertips unconsciously twisting her clothes. "Now is not the time to talk nonsense. We haven't heard from Zhizhang for several days, and I'm very worried. Please send more people to look for him."

Minister Song's brows furrowed tightly, his eyes flashing with fury as he glared at her: "A doting mother spoils her son! If you hadn't indulged him so often, how could he have done such a rebellious thing!"

"Alright, this is not the time to argue about these things. If you want to hit or scold, let's find the person first," said Madam Song.

Minister Song suppressed his anger: "Mother is right."

"My lord, Minister Su and the young Celestial Master have come to visit the manor," the steward reported.

Minister Song and his companions were taken aback for a moment, then quickly said, "Please come in."

Madam Song exclaimed with delight, "I've heard that the young Celestial Master's ability to divine is taught by the Abbot of Qingshan Temple. Why don't we let him calculate where Zhizhang is?"

"I've heard that the little celestial master loves to eat, so I'll have the cook prepare a few dishes that children like." A sense of anticipation welled up in Madam Song's heart.

Su Xuance carried Renbao into the main hall of the Song residence, where several eager gazes fell upon her.

"It is truly an honor to have the young Celestial Master grace our humble abode with his presence." Old Madam Song looked at Renbao with affection and spoke gently.

Renbao quietly asked Su Xuance, "Father, what kind of person did you give birth to?"

Su Xuance frowned as he thought about bringing news of the death of the eldest son of the Song family to the Su family. He patted Renbao on the shoulder.

"Lord Su, what important matter do you have to discuss with the Little Celestial Master?" Minister Song keenly noticed that Su Xuance's expression was not quite right, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

Upon seeing this, both Old Madam Song and Madam Song unconsciously began to breathe very softly.

Renbao disliked the atmosphere, so she spoke directly: "Brother Song Zhizhang is dead. I brought his body back."

After he finished speaking, the room fell into a deathly silence.

The color drained from Madam Song's face instantly, and she barely managed to stay upright by gripping the armrest of the chair.

Madam Song was stunned and unable to move, unable to utter a sound for a long time. The news of Renbao's death had chilled her to the bone.

"Little Celestial Master, could there be a mistake?" Minister Song's jaw tightened. He had already expected that the Little Celestial Master would not bring good news, but he never expected that it would be a separation of life and death. His face turned pale, and he spoke with difficulty.

At this moment, Madam Song rushed to Su Xuance, her bloodshot eyes fixed on Renbao: "Little Celestial Master, you've got the wrong person! You said he's dead, where is his body?"

Su Xuance hugged Renbao tightly and took a step back: "Please accept my condolences. Your son's body was in the Marquis's residence. By the time we found him, he was already dead."

They didn't wail loudly, but the room was filled with a heart-wrenching grief. Renbao's little mouth was pursed, and her expression was both bewildered and wistful.

She lifted the lid of the bamboo basket and took out Song Zhizhang's body.

The body floated in the air and slowly landed.

Completely losing her composure as a noblewoman, Madam Song immediately rushed forward and knelt on the ground, her voice trembling as she touched Song Zhizhang's face: "My son!"

"Why did you bring a corpse with you? It's so unlucky!" Madam Sun, the second wife of the Song family, came to the main hall upon hearing the noise. She was terrified when she saw the corpse on the ground and screamed.

Su Xuance's expression was cold as he turned his head to look at her.

Sun paused, her imposing manner immediately dissipating, and said sheepishly, "I'm telling the truth. Who wouldn't be afraid when they see a corpse?"

"Shut up!" Old Madam Song shouted at her with all her might. She suppressed her grief and looked at Renbao. "I beg the little celestial master to tell me who harmed my grandson. How much do you want for the divination? Just name your price."

Madam Song's pupils slowly focused.

Yes, the most urgent thing right now is to find the murderer who killed her son!

Is this dead man Song Zhizhang?

Madam Sun's face turned pale instantly. She composed herself and said, "The young Celestial Master is still too young to make an accurate prediction. Perhaps I should find a master to perform a ritual to help Zhizhang pass on to the afterlife and also to find out who the murderer is."

As soon as he finished speaking, Renbao raised his chubby little hand and pointed at Madam Sun: "My brother's death is related to her."