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Guided by the smoke from the incense stick,

Renbao and Song Mo walked further and further into remote areas.

"Cold Frost Palace," Song Mo read aloud, looking up.

The vermilion palace gates have faded to a worn color, and there is a large sycamore tree at the entrance, with withered leaves covering the ground, making a crunching sound when stepped on.

Renbao asked curiously, "Brother Song, who lives in this hall?"

"This is the Cold Palace. Concubines who offend the emperor or fall out of favor are sent here," Song Mo explained, his brows furrowing slightly.

He didn't offend anyone in the palace, especially the concubines in the Cold Palace, who had nothing to do with him.

Compal's chubby little legs climb the stairs.

Before Song Mo could even speak to stop it, a heavy creaking sound rang out.

Renbao pushed the door open and went inside.

Song Mo quickly followed.

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and the chill in the air was quite desolate.

The inner hall door opened, and a woman with disheveled hair, whose face was obscured, stood in the doorway, staring intently at Song Mo: "You've come."

Song Mo was startled and looked at her with some confusion.

He doesn't know her either.

The woman stepped out of the door and walked towards Song Mo step by step. Her hair covered most of her face, and she wore a tattered dark red dress. She walked silently.

"Little Celestial Master! Help!" Song Mo exclaimed, looking around for Renbao's small figure.

Where's the little Taoist priest? Didn't he come in too? Why isn't he here now?

He was so scared.

Song Mo felt a chill run down his spine and retreated hastily, saying, "Don't come any closer! I'm protected by the Little Celestial Master. If you hurt me, she won't let you get away with it!"

"Oh, you mean her?" The woman grabbed the small figure who was trying to sneak into the house from behind her, pulled her up to the front, and pinched her face to face Song Mo.

"How come it's you!" Song Mo looked at Su Tang in surprise.

Su Tang kicked and thrashed, her face tense, impatience flashing in her eyes: "You crazy woman, let me go! Do you know who I am? I'm the young lady of the Marquis's mansion, someone the Empress Dowager wants to adopt as her goddaughter. You can't afford to offend me!"

Song Mo couldn't help but mutter to himself, "What do you mean, 'the young lady of a marquis's mansion'? You're a fake young lady of a marquis's mansion."

Su Tang stared at Song Mo with a sinister look in her eyes, which was really unlike that of a three-year-old child.

Bang! The next moment, she was thrown to the ground by the woman.

Ouch! You crazy woman!

Su Tang lay on the ground, wincing in pain, unable to get up for a moment.

"Oh dear, the unlucky fellow has caught up." Renbao appeared at the entrance of the inner hall, saw Su Tang being thrown, and chuckled.

She knew it; the unlucky ones were coming along, and all the bad luck was coming to Su Tang.

The woman's gaze fell on the straw figure in Renbao's hand, her face stiffened, and she shouted sharply, "Put it down!"

Renbao tore the straw figure open, took out the paper inside, unfolded it, and saw that it contained Song Mo's birth date and time.

"Brother Song, we found it!"

The woman lunged at Renbao like a madwoman, yelling, "Don't move! Give it back to me! That's mine!"

Su Tang looked at the straw figure in Ren Bao's hand, struggled to get up, and ran towards her to try to snatch it away.

The two, one big and one small, pounced on Renbao.

Song Mo then snapped out of his daze and stepped forward to stop him.

A flame appeared at Renbao's fingertip, directly igniting the paper with his birth date and time written on it.

"No!" the woman cried out in anguish, watching helplessly as the paper burned to ashes. Her eyes suddenly turned vicious, and she frantically reached out to strangle Renbao's neck.

"Die! You'd better die!"

Renbao took a step back, and Su Tang happened to be blocking her way.

The woman's hand precisely gripped Su Tang's neck. Her face was contorted with rage, and she could no longer discern who the person in front of her was.

Su Tang's pupils dilated slightly. What a strange day! Why is it always her who gets hurt?

Song Mo breathed a sigh of relief and quickly picked Renbao up in his arms.

"Brother Song, she is related to you by blood."

Renbao saw the invisible kinship line connecting him and the woman.

Moreover, this line, which should have been transparent, was now entangled in black resentment.

Song Mo was shocked. He took a few steps forward to try and see the woman's face clearly.

The woman noticed his prying gaze and turned her head away.

Just now.

A series of hurried footsteps approached.

Song Mo's heart tightened, and just as she looked over, the door was pushed open.

"Your Majesty, this is it. Tangtang discovered evil spirits here," Su Chengxiao's earnest voice rang out.

The emperor stepped onto the stairs with a cold face.

After several rounds of drinks, in high spirits, Su Chengxiao suddenly stood up and said that Su Tang had discovered evil spirits in the palace, and if they were not eliminated, it would affect the fate of the country.

He spoke with such conviction that the faces of all the civil and military officials changed.

It's such a joyous occasion; saying such things is a real downer.

The emperor, his face grim, followed him around the palace, winding and turning until they arrived at the Cold Frost Palace. He paused, then looked at Minister Song.

"Is the evil spirit you speak of here?" The emperor's voice was somewhat cold.

Su Chengxiao nodded emphatically, then glanced at Renbao out of the corner of his eye and pointed at her: "It's Su Renbao! She's the evil spirit!"

Before leaving the banquet, Su Tang gave him a guide talisman, which is how he found this place.

Upon hearing this, Su Xuance's eyes suddenly flashed with murderous intent. He pushed Su Chengxiao aside and kicked open the half-closed door forcefully.

When they saw what was happening inside, everyone's expressions suddenly froze.

Su Chengxiao looked over smugly, then his expression changed drastically.

Why is Su Tang being choked?!

He rushed forward, trying to snatch Su Tang from the woman's hands.

The woman's eyes were bloodshot. She raised her leg and kicked Su Chengxiao hard, knocking him to the ground. He rolled down the steps, his head bleeding profusely.

"Wan'er." The emperor sighed and called her softly.

The woman's body trembled suddenly, and she slowly released her grip.

Su Tang fell heavily to the ground, tears streaming down her face from the pain.

Minister Song looked at the woman with a complicated expression, his throat tight.

He saw the scarecrow on the ground and specks of ashes.

Somewhat incredulously, he knew why Renbao and Song Mo had left the banquet.

But he never expected that the person who cast the witchcraft on Song Mo was his own sister, Song Wan'er.

"Your Majesty, you've come. When you sent me to the Cold Palace, you promised to come and see me in a month, but new people came into the palace, and you forgot about me."

Song Wan'er turned around, fiddling with her hair, then scratching it in a self-deprecating manner.

"I've grown ugly and old from being stuck in this cold palace. You won't even look at me anymore. What's the point of dressing up?"

Su Xuance strode forward, took Renbao from Song Mo's hands, gently patted her back, and asked softly, "Renbao, were you frightened? You came here without telling your father."

"Daddy, I'm very strong, I'm not afraid." Renbao hugged his neck, her voice a little guilty. Seeing the strange expressions on the Emperor and the others' faces, she whispered, "Daddy, who exactly is this crazy auntie?"

"She was the younger sister of Minister Song. She entered the palace at the age of fifteen and was given the title of Consort Li. Later, she was banished to the Cold Palace for framing a concubine who lost her son."

Su Xuance knew that Renbao, unaware of the truth, would find some unseen spirits to tell her. He carefully considered his words and said simply.

Renbao's eyes widened in surprise: "Is she the Emperor's wife?"

Su Xuance nodded: "That's one way to understand it."

After he finished speaking, his alarm went off.

The next moment, Renbao looked at the emperor and said in a clear voice, "Uncle Emperor, you're like an old cow eating young grass! And you've locked Auntie up here. She's so pitiful. No wonder she went crazy."

The officials who followed.

The Little Celestial Master sometimes speaks like he's composing poetry; he either doesn't write at all, or when he does, it lasts for eternity.

When he spoke, he made a startling statement.

The emperor was somewhat embarrassed, before he could even speak.

Then Renbao asked Song Wan'er a second question out of curiosity.

"Auntie, why did you cast a spell on Brother Song? Isn't he your family?"