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"Uncle Emperor." Renbao took a quick step across the banquet hall and climbed onto the Emperor's seat to sit next to him.

Everyone paused, then turned to look at Renbao.

The young celestial master was given a child's chair specially arranged next to the emperor.

Renbao was completely unaware that in her heart, the emperor was the ruler of the human world, and she was the ruler of the underworld.

She and he were equals.

Renbao noticed everyone's gazes, but she wasn't uncomfortable at all. She looked up at the emperor and said, "Uncle Emperor, you look really majestic today."

The Emperor lowered his head. Renbao's eyes were large and bright, practically screaming "I'm giving you this!" He couldn't help but chuckle: "I'll have the Imperial Wardrobe make you a Celestial Master's robe, one that only you in the entire world can wear. What do you say?"

Renbao took his arm, her voice soft and sweet, yet full of energy: "Okay, thank you so much, Uncle Emperor, you're so generous."

The emperor burst into laughter and pinched her chubby little cheeks.

Little Celestial Master is such an adorable child.

Su Tang sat close to Su Chengxiao. Seeing that Renbao was favored by the emperor, a flash of jealousy crossed her eyes, and she muttered under her breath, "Sycophant."

"If you had her abilities, you'd be sitting next to His Majesty," Su Chengxiao overheard and couldn't help but mock her.

He's been in a really bad mood these past few days.

He was used to being a womanizer, and he also had a younger brother, Su Xuance, who was a prodigy.

The noble ladies of the capital city looked down on him.

He was unwilling to accept those of lower social standing and looked down on them.

After he turned twenty, he gave up the idea of ​​getting married. Having pawned his soul to become a second-rank official, he wanted to marry a wife who could help him.

Then, unexpectedly, Cuihong, who was pregnant, appeared out of nowhere.

The attempt to frame Su Xuance failed, and instead, Su Xuance was put in a difficult position.

The news spread like wildfire, and his reputation plummeted once again. He was now in a position to marry a woman from a prestigious family, unless she was blind...

Su Chengxiao was deeply distressed.

Su Tang's gaze was cold and detached. The next moment, she stood up, her dark almond-shaped eyes looking at the emperor, her voice soft and sweet: "Your Majesty, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, and Tangtang would like to compose a poem to present to you."

The emperor's smile faded slightly, and his expression turned indifferent.

The atmosphere fell silent.

The Empress Dowager spoke up to support Su Tang: "Tangtang, you're so kind. You can do it."

Su Tang rose, walked to the center, and gracefully bowed, saying, "The bright moon shines upon the banquet, and the fragrance of osmanthus wafts for miles. Ten thousand people gaze at the moon together, and every family reunites in joyous celebration."

It's all quite standard, but if a three-year-old child said or did it, then he's a child prodigy.

"Not bad," the emperor said calmly.

The Empress Dowager, intending to promote Su Tang, clapped her hands and exclaimed, "What a fine poem! The words are simple and sincere, perfectly expressing the desire for reunion among the people of the world!"

The courtiers of Prince Qing immediately echoed his sentiments.

"Miss Su Tang is truly exceptionally intelligent."

"What books does Tangtang usually read? I'll go back and have my son learn from you."

Su Tang smiled sweetly: "Thank you all for your praise. I am flattered. My uncle usually teaches me."

"Su Zhengshi's teaching methods were effective."

Su Chengxiao's face glowed, and his gaze toward Su Tang held a hint of satisfaction.

"You flatter me, everyone." Su Chengxiao glanced at Su Xuance, who had an indifferent expression, then turned to him, his words carrying a hidden meaning. "Tangtang is a pitiful child without the love of her parents. As her uncle, I can't bear to see her suffer, so I have no choice but to teach her myself."

Xuan Ce was the top scholar in the imperial examination back then. I'm sure Ren Bao will be even more capable than Tang Tang under your tutelage.

Su Tang covered her eyes, feigning disappointment: "Uncle, it's alright. Family scandals shouldn't be aired in public, please don't say anything more."

"Tangtang is so sensible, it breaks my heart to see you like this." The Empress Dowager looked at her with eyes full of affection, pretending to wipe away non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes. She looked at Renbao, her face stiffening.

Renbao held a roasted duck leg in each hand, eating with a satisfied expression, and gently nudged the emperor with his elbow: "Eat quickly, it will taste worse if it gets cold."

The emperor was not a man who cared much about food, but seeing Renbao eating so heartily, he couldn't help but swallow hard. He disregarded his image and joined her in eating a roasted duck leg.

"You should eat meat in big bites." Renbao saw that he was eating very politely, so he deliberately demonstrated by opening his mouth and taking a big bite with a loud "whoosh".

The emperor smiled slightly and did not follow her eating method.

She has a delicate, beautiful face, and this way of eating is cute and charming.

He was a big, burly man, and he ate like that, wolfing it down.

The two were completely oblivious to the commotion below, engrossed in eating the meat.

"Renbao," the Empress Dowager called out to her.

Renbao exclaimed, his round eyes widening, "Who, who called me?"

She held a roast duck in her hand, looking both cute and a little bewildered.

The officials couldn't help but chuckle.

The little Taoist priest is such a lovely person.

I want to steal it and take it home!

The Empress Dowager felt a lump in her throat and tapped the table: "I have summoned you."

Renbao said "oh" and continued eating the roast duck with his head down, his cheeks puffing out.

The emperor slowly put down the bones, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, glanced down, and knew exactly what was going on.

That idiot Su Chengxiao sided with the Empress Dowager.

If it weren't for the fact that it wasn't the right time yet, he would have liked to exile him three thousand miles away.

He despises stupidity.

"Renbao, stop eating. All the ministers are eager to hear you recite poetry. Your father is incredibly talented, so you must be quite skilled too." Su Tang looked at Renbao with an innocent expression, but a hint of calculation flashed in her eyes.

Renbao was just a country boy who had only studied metaphysics for a few years.

She only knows how to eat, and she would never write poetry!

Su Chengxiao then looked at Wei Huaihao and said with a smile, "I heard that Renbao is a student of Grand Tutor Wei. With a father who is a top scholar and a tutor, he is definitely more capable than Tangtang."

Wei Huaihao remained calm, but said sarcastically, "It's good that Su Zhengshi has self-awareness."

Su Chengxiao's smile froze.

Is that what he meant?

Renbao rubbed her stomach; she wasn't full. Her gaze swept over the table full of delicious food, and she sighed, resting her chin on her hand.

It's too noisy, it's disturbing her cooking!

To compose a poem?

She really doesn't.

But many of the dead ghosts in the underworld are skilled poets; she could just bring a few up here.

"Uncle Black, it's the Mid-Autumn Festival today. I need a poem that everyone will think is amazing," Renbao transmitted to Black Impermanence. "Find a ghost who can write poetry to keep things going at the party."

Upon receiving the telepathic message, Black Impermanence immediately summoned all the ghosts and explained Renbao's intentions.

"Write a poem! A poem for the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet. I know a poetic genius, a Northern Song Dynasty poet named Su Shi, whose 'Prelude to Water Melody' is a classic. Why don't you ask him if you can lend a poem to the King of Hell?"

Black Impermanence discovered that there was no ghost named Su Shi in the underworld at all; in a parallel universe, he was still alive!

That's easy!

He appeared to Su Shi in a dream.

Upon hearing the purpose of the visit, Su Shi laughed heartily and said, "Any poem that catches the eye of the King of Hell may be used."

Soon, a poem that only Renbao could see appeared before her.

"What, Renbao's scared?" Su Chengxiao persisted, launching another attack.

Renbao snorted, stood up from her seat, and leaned on the emperor's shoulder, looking down at him: "Who's afraid? You wicked uncle who secretly slept with Cuihong and won't admit it!"

The entire room fell silent.

The room erupted in laughter. As expected of the Little Celestial Master, he was silent until he spoke, and when he did, his words struck right to the heart.

Su Chengxiao's face turned ashen: "Don't change the subject. You're going to write this poem or not. If you don't, you're admitting defeat."

"If you tell me to do something and I do it, wouldn't I lose face?" Renbao pulled out his Celestial Master Token and slammed it on the table. "If we're going to play, let's play big! Let's place our bets!"

When faced with people he doesn't like, out of Renbao's thirty pounds of flesh, twenty-nine pounds are rebellious.