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Ning Wan'er is the second young lady of the Ning family. Her family are imperial merchants who make a living by mining sand.

As soon as Renbao entered the Ning residence, he exclaimed in surprise.

Various precious jade and gold artifacts were scattered haphazardly throughout the room, which was filled with sandalwood and rosewood, and even the screen was edged with pure gold.

A house full of gold and jade.

"Sister." Renbao turned her head and looked at Su Shuying expectantly.

Her bright, sparkling eyes conveyed two words: I want it!

Su Shuying looked away. In her opinion, the Su family was rich but tasteless, their room full of jewels and glitter, which was rather vulgar.

"Sister!" Renbao thought she hadn't seen her, and excitedly grabbed her hand, acting all cute. "When we get back, let's ask Father to bring out all the gold from the storeroom!"

Su Shuying couldn't imagine it and cleverly changed the subject: "Can Renbao find the location of the male ghost?"

"It's in Sister Wan'er's room. It's afraid of me, so it hid under the bed." Renbao touched the gold-rimmed screen; she really thought it was beautiful.

"Where did this child come from!" A figure emerged from behind the screen, looking at Renbao with a mocking gaze, thinking that she was extremely ignorant.

Ning Wan'er quickly stepped forward: "Sister Cuihong, this is the young Taoist priest I invited back to my residence."

Cuihong sized Renbao up and down, then scoffed, "A three-year-old little Taoist priest? Covered in gold, utterly vulgar. What kind of trouble are you up to now, Second Miss?"

Renbao pouted. Just because she was young didn't mean she couldn't understand the tone and manner of adults' words. She puffed out her cheeks in anger, turned around, and hugged Su Shuying's leg to complain.

"Sister, she said Renbao is vulgar."

Ning Wan'er was both anxious and at a loss.

Cuihong was her elder sister's head maid. If she dared to talk back, the elders in the family would immediately reprimand her.

It doesn't matter if she's scolded; Ning Wan'er is afraid of implicating Renbao.

"Is she your maid?" Su Shuying picked up Renbao and walked to Ning Wan'er's side to ask.

Ning Wan'er nodded.

Snapped!

A slap landed directly on Cuihong's face.

"As a servant, you are disrespectful to your master and dare to speak rudely to guests. I'm afraid no one has ever been as arrogant and domineering as you. It's just the right time for me to practice my skills."

Su Shuying rotated her wrist and said softly to Renbao, "Sweetie, when dealing with people like this who look down on others, there's no need to use words, just take action."

Renbao shook her little hand: "Sister is right!"

She remembered!

Su Shuying's aura was too powerful; she looked like someone not to be trifled with. Cuihong covered her face angrily: "Second Miss! I will definitely tell the Eldest Miss the truth about what you've done!"

Ning Wan'er watched Cui Hong leave, took a deep breath, and pretended to be nonchalant before she could even speak.

Renbao cried out urgently, "Sister, hurry! The male ghost is about to escape!"

Before Ning Wan'er could even react, Su Shuying had already grabbed Renbao and was running rapidly eastward.

In Jingyuan, the male ghost was climbing the wall. He wanted to float, but the pressure from the Little Yama King made his legs weak and he couldn't float.

Half of his body was outside the wall, and the other half was inside.

"Damn leg! Float up already!" The male ghost slapped his leg, on the verge of tears.

As Renbao got closer and closer, the male ghost felt as if his soul was about to dissipate and his life was in danger!

"You lecherous devil, where do you think you're going! The Little King of Hell is here!" Renbao hugged Su Shuying's neck, his face full of excitement. "Sister, hurry up! Don't you want to see what he looks like?"

Su Shuying quickened her pace helplessly.

It's true that her son Renbao has a talent for metaphysics, but he gets too caught up in the role and wants to be the King of Hell every day.

The male ghost cried in desperation.

The moment Renbao entered the courtyard, he froze, gripping the wall tightly.

"Get down." Renbao stared at his bottom, her little brows furrowed. "You lecherous devil, you're still sucking Wan'er's life essence! You're such a grown man, and you're still breaking the rules of ghosts! Shame on you!"

Su Shuying met Ning Wan'er's gaze as she arrived, panting.

What was originally a very frightening thing, when said by Renbao, always felt... a little funny.

The male ghost trembled with fear.

Everyone calls him a lecher, how could he not be a lecher...?

"Little Yama, my legs are weak, I can't get down," the male ghost whispered.

Renbao took out his peach wood sword, easily lifted him up, and threw him to the ground.

The male ghost cried out in pain, not daring to utter a sound. He quickly knelt down, head bowed, and apologized swiftly: "Little Yama, I was wrong."

Renbao, with her chubby little hands on her hips, paced back and forth in front of him, her little face serious: "Hold out your hand!"

The male ghost obediently reached out his hand.

Renbao immediately put what he had learned into practice, and with a snap, he struck Renbao's palm with a peach wood sword.

My sister said, no need to say anything, just do it!

The male ghost was almost knocked out of existence on the spot by this blow.

That's Little Yama's peach wood sword, not an ordinary Taoist's peach wood sword!

The male ghost cried out, "Little Yama, please send me to the underworld! I'll never be lustful again, I'll never dare to do it again!"

Renbao put away the peach wood sword and made a gesture with his chubby little hand towards Su Shuying and Ning Wan'er's eyes from a distance.

The male ghost cried so pitifully.

She can't watch it alone.

Su Shuying was already mentally prepared.

Ning Wan'er was so frightened when she suddenly saw the male ghost kneeling in front of Renbao that she backed away repeatedly.

The male ghost looked up.

The air fell silent.

He had a pair of alluring, fox-like eyes, a straight nose, and skin as white as snow; his face was even more handsome than a woman's.

Ning Wan'er: Ah! This is the male ghost who's been haunting her!

She's attracted to good looks, and her heart races.

Su Shuying remained expressionless, but noticing her dazed expression, she raised an eyebrow: "You didn't fall for him just by looking at his face, did you?"

Ning Wan'er quickly replied, "I wouldn't dare."

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the male ghost winked at Ning Wan'er, his voice soft and delicate: "Miss Wan'er."

Bang! Renbao slammed his peach wood sword into his head: "You look like you've been blinded by a ghost, you're hideous!"

Ugly? Compared to the pain, Little Yama's words were more likely to break the male ghost's guard; he was a famously handsome man in the ghost realm!

Renbao snorted, glaring at him with a cute but fierce look: "You're still not convinced?"

The male ghost frantically waved his hands, crying, "Little Yama, I didn't! I dare not! I'm ugly!"

Renbao spread her fingers and clenched them, collecting his soul into the small porcelain bottle she carried with her. She patted the bottle: "All done!"

Ning Wan'er felt a sudden sense of relief, and her perpetually cold hands and feet warmed up.

"younger sister."

Hearing the voice, Renbao turned his head to look, then at Ning Wan'er, his gaze shifting back and forth. He exclaimed in surprise, "Sister Wan'er, she looks exactly like you!"

Standing behind Ning Weiyu was Cui Hong, who was staring at Renbao with an unfriendly expression.

"You must be the young Taoist priest. You are so handsome, like a fairy child in a painting." Ning Weiyu walked up to Renbao, squatted down, and looked at her with a smile.

Renbao stared at her for a while, then exclaimed, "Are you Wan'er's older sister?"

Ning Weiyu nodded: "Yes."

Renbao shook her head: "No, no, you're the younger sister, she's the older sister."

Ning Weiyu's face froze.

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Cuihong shrieked, then questioned Ning Wan'er, "Second Miss, this is your true colors! You've always been jealous of the Eldest Miss, wanting to take the position of Sand Maiden, and even went so far as to hire a Taoist priest to fabricate this twisted story that you're the one who's beautiful!"

The elders of the Ning family who had rushed over were all stunned upon hearing this.

Su Shuying took Renbao's hand and protected her behind her.

The Ning family's sand-mining method is passed down to daughters only, and only to the eldest daughter. Ning Wan'er and Ning Weiyu are twins, and whoever is born first is considered the eldest.

Renbao's words were like a thunderbolt striking the Ning family.

It seems they won't be able to leave anytime soon.