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"Your brother is dead. Even if you kill the murderer, you will still have to pay with your life. Do you want me, your mother, and your grandmother to have to bury our child again?"

Minister Song questioned him word by word, a sorrowful sob escaping his throat.

Snapped.

The sword in Song Mo's hand fell to the ground. He squatted down, covered his face, and wept, "Father, I'm not reconciled. My heart is aching so much."

Song Zhizhang was always a good older brother. He would stand up for him when his father scolded him, secretly bring him pastries when he was punished to kneel in the ancestral hall, and keep him company until midnight. He would also give him silver notes in a doting manner when he ran out of money, and say, "Spend it sparingly, don't let your father find out."

That's all.

There will never be another one like this again.

"Don't cry, brother." Renbao slid off Su Xuance and ran to him with his chubby little legs, reaching out to touch his head. "The dead are gone, the living must live well."

The child's voice echoed from inside the room.

Madam Song suppressed her grief and said, "Mo'er, the little celestial master is right, we must all live well."

With teary eyes, Song Mo looked at Renbao: "You're the world-famous Little Celestial Master? Then can you tell me, will that adulterous couple get their comeuppance?"

"A pair of adulterers?" Renbao blinked before realizing that he was referring to Zeng Zheng and Xie Qingwan. His chubby little face turned serious as he spoke in a childish voice.

"Of course, killing someone in life is a grave sin. They will have to pay for their sins in the underworld. Even if they serve their sentence and are reincarnated, they will not be able to be born into good families. They will live a life of suffering, being bullied and hurt by others."

Hearing this, Song Mo felt a little better. He raised the back of his hand and wiped away his tears forcefully: "I understand. Thank you for your explanation, Little Celestial Master."

Just as he was about to get up, Renbao pressed down on his shoulder.

"Wow, he's so strong!" Song Mo was somewhat shocked, staring wide-eyed at Ren Bao.

"You've been bewitched! There's a needle stuck in your head. No wonder you're facing this deadly ordeal today." Renbao looked at him closely and noticed a strong, malevolent aura emanating from the top of his head. "Brother, do you often have headaches?"

Song Mo froze, staring at Ren Bao in astonishment.

He often suffered from splitting headaches late at night, and his temperament became increasingly irritable.

He deliberately restrained himself, only going horseback riding and practicing martial arts during the day to vent his frustrations.

He didn't tell anyone about this.

He nodded: "Yes."

"Mo'er!" Madam Song rushed to him anxiously, her expression panicked. "Is there anything else that's bothering you? Quickly, call the doctor!"

Song Shangshu's expression was solemn.

The eldest son was murdered, and the second son was cursed with witchcraft. Who exactly wants to harm the Song family?

His political enemies and colleagues he had offended flashed through his mind, but he had no clue what to do.

"The young Taoist master knows medicine," Minister Song said, looking at Renbao. "You must have a way to save him, right?"

Renbao gave a crisp "Mmm" and clenched his fists.

The pupils of the people in the room widened slightly as they stared incredulously at the thick black mist she was holding in her hand. Renbao forcefully threw the black mist to the ground and stomped her foot on it: "Alright! But to completely remove the witchcraft, we still need to find the straw doll with my brother's birth date and time on it."

Song Mo instantly felt a sudden sense of relief throughout his body. He excitedly picked up Renbao and said, "Thank you so much, Little Celestial Master. I thought I would live with headaches for the rest of my life."

Renbao yawned, his eyelids drooping, and mumbled, "I saved you, so remember to help my mother."

Song Mo didn't hear what she said clearly and was about to ask again.

Su Xuance reached out and took Renbao from his arms, then looked at Minister Song and said, "Minister Song, Renbao is tired. I'll take her back to the manor first, and we can talk another day."

"Alright." Minister Song also wanted Renbao to figure out who was behind the witchcraft, but seeing Renbao's tired appearance, he couldn't bear to wake him and personally escorted the two of them out of the mansion.

In a relatively secluded courtyard of the palace, a figure suddenly trembled violently, then rushed into the room, knelt on the ground, and reached under the bed to pull out a scarecrow.

He parted the scarecrow's belly and saw that the birth date and time were neatly arranged inside, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

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When Renbao woke up, she was a little dazed. She looked outside and saw that the sky had already darkened.

Little Yama is the least afraid of the dark, but at this moment she felt a little empty inside, as if she were the only person in the world.

Her lips trembled, and tears streamed down her face.

She got out of bed, without even putting on her shoes, and went to the study to find Su Xuance.

"Father."

Su Xuance was processing official documents when he heard a pitiful, clearly crying baby's voice. His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly got up, went to the door, and picked up Renbao, who was peeking out.

"Why aren't you wearing shoes?" Su Xuance touched her little feet; they were cold. He quickly wrapped her in his robe.

Renbao still had tear stains on her face. She hugged Su Xuance's neck tightly, her eyes red.

Su Xuance felt extremely distressed. He gently patted her little back, his voice soft yet slightly anxious: "Renbao, do you miss your mother? Or are you feeling unwell?"

Renbao shook his head, his voice somewhat downcast: "Father, Granny Meng said that everyone dies eventually, and people die and are born every day. Renbao also doesn't think death is scary at all, but today I saw Brother Song die, and Uncle Song and the others were so sad."

She suddenly realized that her father, mother, and sister were also human beings.

They will die one day too.

Although they would go to the underworld after death and meet again, they would forget Renbao after drinking Granny Meng's soup and crossing the Bridge of Helplessness.

Only Renbao will never lose his memory, through all his lifetimes.

After she realized this, she became listless.

Su Xuance's heart clenched instantly. He felt guilty for letting Renbao face life and death directly. No matter how smart or capable she was, she was still a three-year-old child.

"Renbao, Daddy and Mommy will always be with you. Let's not think about things that haven't happened yet, and just live each day in this world to the fullest." Su Xuance kissed her forehead, his tone solemn. "Even if Daddy and Mommy leave you one day, our love will always remain."

Renbao shook his head vigorously, saying urgently, "No, I don't want Father and Mother to die."

She burst into tears.

Su Xuance's eyes reddened. His heart clenched whenever she cried. He coaxed her, "Okay, I won't die. I'll stay with Renbao forever."

"My lord." Laifu stood at the door of the study, unsure whether to go in or not, and spoke weakly.

Su Xuance raised his eyes: "Speak."

Lai Fu said quickly, "Zeng is going crazy in prison, banging his head against the wall, shouting that he is the top scholar and you can't lock him up. He also said he wants to see the young lady."

"I won't see him. If he wants to run over, let him run over and die," Su Xuance said coldly.

Renbao lifted his head from his arms, raising his chubby little hand to wipe away the tears clinging to his eyelashes: "Daddy, Renbao wants to see him."

Su Xuance was taken aback and looked down at her.

Renbao pinched his earlobe and urged, "Come on, come on!"