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"Let me out!"

At the Ning family's residence, the door was being pounded on loudly, but everyone coming and going, from the head of the household to the maids and servants, seemed not to hear it.

Ning Wan'er cried as she smashed the window with a stool.

Her house was locked and nailed shut, and no matter how hard she tried to break it, it was no use.

The door was kicked open.

Holding the bright red wedding dress, Cuihong stood in the light and shadow and sneered: "Second Miss, stop struggling. Put on the wedding dress and marry into the Wang family tomorrow."

"No!" Ning Wan'er screamed.

Two hours ago, she learned that the eldest son of the Wang family, whom she was to marry, was dying, and that she was just a tool for bringing good luck.

If it survives, then it's good to rinse it.

She died, and she had to be buried with her.

Why should I?! The usually obedient Ning Wan'er refused and tried to escape from the Ning residence, but was quickly discovered.

Cuihong and her men pinned Ning Wan'er down, roughly stripped her of her clothes, and dressed her in a wedding gown.

Ning Wan'er reached out and pushed Cui Hong: "Let go of me!"

Snapped!

Cuihong slapped her across the face.

Ning Wan'er trembled with rage. How dare a mere maid treat her like this!

How sad!

"Second Miss, I advise you not to move, or you'll suffer a lot." Cuihong pinched her chin, making her look at the sharp blade on the tray in the servant's hand. "See that dagger? We'll use it to slash your beautiful face later."

What did she do wrong? Why is she being treated like this?

"Do it!" Cuihong glanced at the servant.

Ning Wan'er's pupils shrank: "Why are you treating me like this! I want to see my mother!"

The servant pressed down on her shoulders and tied her hands.

Ning Wan'er struggled desperately, but she couldn't break free of her restraints. She quickly ran out of strength and collapsed to the ground.

"It was the madam who ordered your face to be slashed, because you have a face that looks exactly like the young lady's."

Cuihong grinned maliciously, picked up a sharp blade from the tray, and held it to her face.

Ning Wan'er remained silent, tears streaming down her face, a desperate laugh escaping her throat.

Is it up to her to look exactly like Ning Weiyu?

She's her biological daughter too.

"Do it!" Cuihong handed the sharp blade to the servant.

"Mother, aren't we being too unfair to my sister?" Ning Weiyu sighed softly, holding her teacup.

"She's too disobedient," Ning said coldly.

"Mother, please don't be angry." Ning Weiyu put her arm around her shoulder, saying somewhat anxiously, "What if there really is a mistake, and Wan'er is the elder sister..."

Ning gripped her hand tightly: "Impossible! You are Ning's eldest daughter!"

Even if it isn't, it has to be.

Ning Weiyu is the apple of her eye, whom she has nurtured for over a decade, and is her successor.

She can't be wrong.

Ning Weiyu felt relieved in her arms and gently hummed in agreement.

Just a wall apart, two identical faces.

The calm is like jade.

Ning Wan'er was filled with despair.

Ning Wan'er closed her eyes, clenched her hands tightly, and was forced to accept the disfigurement that was about to befall her.

Just as the servant was about to slash her face, a miniature threadman entangled his hand, rendering him completely immobile.

"You'll be punished for doing bad things!"

Everyone watched as the informant put his hands on his hips and kicked the dagger down.

Everyone was stunned!

That childish voice sounds so familiar!

Cuihong was both scared and resentful, so she bent down to pick up the dagger.

"Bad guy!" The little informant jumped to the ground, wrapped her hands around, flew into the air, and dragged Cuihong to the window.

"Renbao, who are you talking to?"

Su Shuying, who was on her way to the Ning family, saw Renbao playing with a ball of hemp thread and talking to himself, and asked him curiously.

"I'm disciplining my naughty older sister!" Renbao held up the hemp rope. "This is Renbao's clone!"

Su Shuying watched with envy, eager to try: "Renbao, can I learn this, sister?"

Renbao looked up at her, then shook his head: "Sister, you have no talent for Taoist arts!"

Ok.

Su Shuying was somewhat disappointed, but quickly came to terms with it, thinking that it would be great to have a metaphysical genius in the family.

Then she heard Renbao say in a high-pitched voice, "What a pity! Otherwise, I could set up a fortune-telling stall to earn money and buy Renbao lots of delicious food!"

Renbao's life is so hard; he's only three years old and already has to earn money for incense offerings!

"Where did Renbao learn that from?" Su Shuying asked, her tone slightly suggestive.

Renbao lowered his head and twirled the hemp thread in his hand, blurting out, "A male ghost and a female ghost have come to our mansion. The female ghost says every day that she is suffering too much. She has to support her lazy husband while she is alive, and she still has to support him after she dies."

Su Shuying's hair stood on end, and her voice cracked: "There's a ghost in the house!"

"They'll be gone soon." Renbao sensed that the Black and White Impermanence were coming to arrest the ghost couple!

The ghost couple trembled like leaves when they saw the ghost messenger, stammering, "Ghost messenger, sir."

"What nonsense are you two spouting in the middle of the night? You're corrupting Little Yama!" Black Impermanence said with a stern face, binding them with the Soul-Binding Chains.

White Impermanence glanced at them: "You'd better shut up from now on!"

The ghostly couple stared at each other innocently. They were ghosts after all; what else could they do but speak ghostly language...?

"What the hell is this thing!" Cuihong screamed in fright, reaching for the rope with her unbound hand.

"I'm not a ghost, I'm the Little King of Hell!" Renbao swaggered into the Ning residence, holding the candied hawthorn that Su Shuying had just bought for her.

Cuihong was terrified whenever she saw her.

This little baby is so weird!

"Miss!" Lanxiang cried out as she saw Ning Wan'er's red wedding dress and the dagger on the ground. Tears streamed down her face as she rushed to protect her. "Get away, all of you!"

Renbao licked the sugar figurine, then slowly moved his short legs to Ning Wan'er's side. Seeing her face covered in tears and looking heartbroken, he reluctantly handed the licked sugar figurine to her lips.

"Sister Wan'er, eating a sweet candy figurine will cheer you up!"

Renbao's clear eyes reflected Ning Wan'er's current disheveled state.

Ning Wan'er never expected that Renbao would descend from the sky and save her when she was at her most desperate.

"Thank you, young Taoist priest, please eat." Ning Wan'er forced a smile.

Renbao breathed a small sigh of relief, her round eyes darting around playfully. It was too dark to buy sugar figurines now, and it was great that Sister Wan'er wouldn't eat them!

Compal's thoughts are too easy to understand.

Ning Wan'er's heavy thoughts dissipated considerably in an instant.

"Young Celestial Master, you've graced us with your presence, surely it's just for the Ning family's affairs?" Ning Shi came upon hearing the voice, and her eyebrows twitched when she saw Renbao.

Ning Weiyu was also somewhat afraid when she saw Renbao.

Renbao moved a small stool and sat down next to Ning Wan'er: "What are you going to do to Sister Wan'er? Renbao wants to see."

Ning felt subtly criticized, and explained, "Wan'er is going to be a bride tomorrow, Little Celestial Master, is there a problem with that?"

"No, the Wang family brother that Sister Wan'er is going to marry is her destined husband," Renbao said.

Ning Shi's face lit up with joy, and she immediately said to Ning Wan'er, "Since the little celestial master has said so, you see, your mother won't harm you. Be a good girl and wait to be married."

Ning Wan'er's heart sank heavily. She looked at Renbao's innocent face and was speechless.

Renbao then asked, "But why did you slash Wan'er's face? Is it because you know she is the eldest daughter, so you feel guilty and want to ruin her face?"

But it's no use. You're just as blind and heartless as that old woman, choosing someone else. Your family will go downhill from now on and you'll be bankrupt!