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On the second floor of Manyu Tower, two figures stood by the window.

The old man in black robes stared at the bustling Jin Yu Lou across the street, his face grim: "The Three Corpses Blocking Wealth Technique has been broken, and those three corpses are in Jin Yu Lou. It seems they've also hired a master."

Qin Zhenzhen pursed her lips slightly and said softly, "Master, what should we do next?"

When she arrived in Beijing, she made a point of inquiring about the most popular restaurants in the city.

A month ago, she spent five thousand taels to buy the land of Manyulou, copied the business model of Jinyulou, lowered the price, and the black-robed old man's Three Corpses Wealth-Blocking Technique secretly worked on her.

Man Yu Lou had enjoyed its prosperity for a few days, but now its scheme to block wealth had been exposed, and it had been met with retaliation.

Qin Zhenzhen was uncertain. If things continued like this, Manyulou would have to close down in less than a month, and she would lose everything.

"Dig out the three corpses and burn them," the old man in black robes pondered. "But that's only treating the symptoms, not the root cause. You can't beat Jin Yulou. Are you pregnant?"

The old man in the black robe fixed his gaze on her stomach.

Qin Zhenzhen's expression froze for a moment, then she sighed, "Master, you may not know this, but Prince Qing is a useless coward. I suspect he's infertile."

A hint of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes. His gaze shifted to Qin Zhenzhen's incomparably beautiful face, and then he took a few steps forward with a scrutinizing intensity.

Qin Zhenzhen was startled and slowly backed away.

"I have a plan," the old man in black robes said in a deep voice, tinged with seduction. "Since Prince Qing is not suitable, you can use my womb to bear a child, and then we can cultivate together. Are you willing?"

Qin Zhenzhen's expression suddenly froze: "Master, you must be joking."

"Of course not." The old man in the black robe's eyes darted around, his interest in her growing stronger with each passing thought, and he found it increasingly feasible.

If Qin Zhenzhen gives birth to a son, with her good fortune and his support behind the scenes, he will surely be a born emperor.

Qin Zhenzhen's mind was a little confused: "Let me think about it."

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Prince Qing knew nothing about Qin Zhenzhen's situation. After his mask was removed, he went all out, shamelessly staying at the Su residence, as if he wouldn't leave until he was cured.

Su Xuance looked at him coldly, his tone filled with anger: "Instead of staying at my house, Prince Qing, you should go to the palace as soon as possible and have the imperial physician examine you."

"Then we'll know everything." Prince Qing shook his head, his face pleading. "Lord Su, please let the Little Celestial Master heal me."

Su Xuance's brow twitched: "My Renbao is only three years old. She can't cure your illness."

Prince Qing was greatly discouraged: "Then I will never be able to establish my virility. Qin Zhenzhen is different from Yingying. She is cold-hearted and hard-hearted. She doesn't even look at me when she opens her eyes. She must be laughing at me behind my back for being a useless coward."

Su Xuance mocked mercilessly: "Your current predicament is entirely your own fault. Lai Fu, see the guests out."

Prince Qing sighed, powerless to refute.

They came sneakily and left listlessly.

Renbao and Daoxuan appeared in the main hall.

"Huh?" Renbao looked at Prince Qing's back, stared intently, and said in a childish voice, "Why is there a faint green light emanating from the top of his head?"

Su Xuance had just swallowed a mouthful of tea when he heard this and almost choked.

Dao Xuan followed her gaze and indeed saw the faint green light emanating from Prince Qing. He clicked his tongue and said, "Soon, he will become a father."

Su Xuance sipped his tea silently.

There are no secrets in front of a Taoist priest.

Before heading to the metaphysical conference, Renbao visited the Song residence.

"The Little Celestial Master is here!" The women of the Song family came out to greet him.

Renbao looked around but didn't see Song Mo: "Where's Brother Song?"

Madam Song paused for a moment, then sighed, "He's in the study; he's probably arguing with his father again."

Renbao blinked her big eyes and asked softly, "Can Renbao go to the study to find him?"

"Of course." Madam Song personally escorted Renbao to the study, then went to the kitchen to watch the cook prepare delicious food that children love.

When Song Wan'er heard that Renbao had come to the mansion, she took out the tiger shoes she had embroidered herself. Somewhat nervously, she muttered to herself, "Will the little celestial master like what I embroidered? Will he think it's unlucky?"

The maid comforted her, saying, "The little celestial master is innocent and naive. She will surely feel your sincerity and like it."

Song Wan'er gave a soft "hmm" and looked out the window at the lush, flower-filled courtyard.

It was after she returned to the manor that Old Madam Song and Minister Song specially instructed the servants to plant it.

She didn't want to go out, so they found ways to keep her entertained in the inner quarters. They allowed her to stay at home without any reservations about her family and promised her that she could remain unmarried if she didn't want to.

She felt very lucky and content.

Song Wan'er was most grateful to Renbao. If it weren't for her, she would probably have spent her whole life in the cold palace.

The study had a somber atmosphere.

Minister Song's eyes bulged with anger as he looked at Song Mo, who stood opposite him, equally defiant with bulging eyes.

Song Mo had absolutely no talent for studying; in fact, Song Mo seemed rather stupid to him.

He couldn't even memorize the Four Books and Five Classics completely, and he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

"You don't want to study, you don't like studying, are you just going to drift through life like this?" Minister Song said wearily as he slowly sat down, looking utterly disappointed.

Song Mo felt a pang of sadness. He lowered his eyes, and tears welled up uncontrollably in his eyes: "I just don't like studying, I'm just stupid, and I can't compare to my brother. You're very dissatisfied with me, aren't you?"

Mentioning Song Zhizhang caused the atmosphere in the study to become extremely tense.

Song Mo was somewhat annoyed. Why did he bring up his deceased brother? Knowing he had said the wrong thing, he lowered his head even further, feeling somewhat helpless.

Minister Song looked stunned, a hint of sadness appearing in his eyes, as he gripped the rosewood armrest tightly.

"Uncle Song, Brother Song, I'm coming in." Renbao's chubby little hands pushed open the door and peeked inside. Sensing the heavy atmosphere, he stepped over the threshold with his short legs, looked at Song Mo, and then looked at Minister Song.

Minister Song concealed his emotions and smiled slightly: "The Little Celestial Master has arrived. Have you had breakfast?"

Renbao patted his round belly: "I've eaten."

She reached out her hand, gazing longingly at Minister Song.

Minister Song was stunned for a moment, then carefully lifted her up. Her arrival brought a glimmer of life to his gloomy heart.

Song Mo didn't want to shed tears in front of Renbao, but the more he tried to control himself, the less he could. His shoulders trembled, and a snot bubble appeared in his nose.

He wiped himself off in a disheveled manner, then looked up and met Renbao's curious gaze.

How embarrassing.

Song Mo was utterly dejected.

"Uncle Song, Brother Song is a little slow, please don't be angry." Renbao gently tugged at Minister Song's beard and whispered in his ear, "I'll tell you a secret."

Song Mo pricked up his ears.

Renbao immediately looked at him: "You're not allowed to listen, Brother Song, go out."

Song Mo's eyes were red-rimmed. What was there that he couldn't hear?

Minister Song raised his eyes: "Get out."

"Oh." Song Mo turned and left the study. As soon as the servant closed the door, he pressed his ear tightly against the door, winked at the servant, and shushed him.

He was desperate to know.

What exactly does Renbao want to say to his father?