A little devil has arrived at the Marquis's mansion, and all the powerful officials in the cour

The Ning family will be ruined!

These words exploded in Ning's ears like a thunderclap!

"Nonsense!" What the Ning family cares about most is that the Ning family can produce the best sand and gravel in the world and firmly maintain its position as the number one imperial merchant.

She stared intently at Renbao, her aura extremely tense, and those around her dared not even breathe.

Renbao wasn't bothered by the pressure at all. Swinging her little feet, she bit off the sugar figurine's head with a crunchy sound: "You really are just like Grandma Blackie! You won't learn your lesson until you see the coffin. You'll regret it then!"

A deathly silence.

Everyone made themselves less noticeable.

Children speak without thinking, and Renbao's mouth was like it was coated with poison; every word he uttered sent shivers down the spines of the Ning family.

Ning's eyes were cold: "I won't ruin Ning Wan'er's face. Little Celestial Master, you should go back first."

"No, we can't!" Renbao propped his head up. "Sister Wan'er needs to marry Brother Wang before midnight. It's almost time, Sister Wan'er, let's go."

She reached out her hand to Ning Wan'er.

Ning Wan'er exclaimed, somewhat bewildered, "Where are we going?"

Renbao exclaimed, "Oh dear!" and took her hand, saying, "I'm seeing you off to your wedding! I'm sending off the bride!"

The crowd stared at the scene in a daze, finding it somewhat comical.

Ning Wan'er looked at Ning Shi, whose expression was indifferent and whose eyes showed no regard for her.

Her lingering affection for her mother had completely died.

Anyway, she's been abandoned; the world is vast, but there's nowhere for her to go.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Ning Wan'er took the initiative to put the veil on: "Okay, I'll go with Little Celestial Master."

As darkness fell, a three-year-old toddler led a bride in a red wedding dress down the street.

There were no horse-drawn carriages, no gongs and drums, and no elaborate wedding procession.

Someone saw this through the crack in the door and was almost scared to death!

The Ghost Bride!

Renbao looked over and said sweetly, "Don't be afraid! I'm not here to take your life. You're not going to die that soon!"

The voice was childish; it belonged to a little kid.

Even scarier, even more terrifying!

Mother!

Renbao tilted her head, not understanding why these people, who were clearly terrified, were all clinging to the door, peeking at them with only one eye showing.

The Wang family decorated their home with lanterns and colorful decorations, and hung up double happiness symbols in preparation for the wedding of Ning Wan'er the next day.

The Wang family also made their living from sand mining and had a long-standing friendship with the Ning family. For this marriage, the Wang family used sand mining maps as the main part of the dowry, while the Ning family offered no dowry, only Ning Wan'er herself.

The Ning family never cared whether she lived or died.

The strong smell of medicine filled the entire east room. Wang Zhiwen, lying on the bed, had a face as white as paper and lips that were turning purple. He looked like he was about to die.

With a bitter look in her eyes, Madam Wang personally fed him ginseng soup.

Wang Zhiwen shook his head: "Grandmother, I don't want to drink."

"Grandmother, please, have some." Old Madam Wang was in tears. The pain of a white-haired person sending off a black-haired person was excruciating.

Wang Zhiwen said weakly, "Grandmother, I am about to die. Don't implicate the second young lady of the Ning family. Go to the Ning family to annul the engagement first thing tomorrow morning."

Madam Wang's face darkened: "No."

Wang Zhiwen sighed softly: "Grandmother, if I'm not mistaken, if Miss Ning Er fails to bring me good fortune through marriage, you will arrange a ghost marriage between us, either for her to be buried with me or for her to live as a widow."

"Please don't do that. She's an innocent and pitiful person too. Your grandson begs you to annul the engagement, just to do me a good deed."

He struggled to get up and bow deeply to Madam Wang.

Old Madam Wang hurriedly helped him up, tears streaming down her face, a desperate voice escaping her throat: "I'll agree to you, don't get up."

"Thank you, Grandmother." Wang Zhiwen lay back down on the couch, his breath weak.

Just then, the butler rushed in, looking alarmed: "Madam! Something terrible has happened!"

Madam Wang's face darkened: "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Madam, the second young lady of the Ning family is standing at the gate of the mansion in her wedding dress, saying that she wants to marry the eldest young master before midnight!" The butler said in one breath, his pupils wide open, still not quite recovered from the shock.

Madam Wang stood up: "Take me there!"

Wang Zhiwen was shocked. He wanted to get up and go see, but his body wouldn't allow it!

Miss Ning, what happened to her...?

Ning Wan'er stood in the main hall, nervously clutching her wedding dress.

"Sister Wan'er, you are so beautiful!" Renbao lifted the hem of her wedding dress and slipped inside, looking up at her with eyes full of bright colors.

Ning Wan'er rubbed her little head, and her depressed mood improved a lot, so she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

When Old Madam Wang arrived and saw Ning Wan'er's swollen belly, she was stunned, as if struck by lightning. Pointing at Ning Wan'er, she exclaimed, "You! You! You're pregnant?!"

Ning Wan'er: "Huh?"

When Renbao heard what Old Madam Wang said, her little eyes widened. She was Baobao!

She slowly emerged from under Ning Wan'er's dress, excitedly exclaiming, "It's born! The bride has given birth to a baby!"

Everyone was stunned.

What a huge misunderstanding.

Madam Wang, who had almost fainted from anger, regained her composure and strode forward: "Wan'er, why are you here at this hour?"

Ning Wan'er didn't know how to explain it.

"Mother-in-law, I asked Sister Wan'er to come over. Quickly call my brother out so he can marry her. If it's past midnight, he won't survive!" Renbao tugged at Madam Wang's sleeve, her sharp eyes catching sight of the mung bean cakes on the table. She swallowed hard.

Old Madam Wang lowered her head, her gaze hesitant: "What did you say?"

"Grandma, I want to eat some pastry, can I have a piece?" Renbao looked at her longingly.

What a bright and lovely child.

Madam Wang was in no mood to tease her at this moment, and pressed on, "Little one, what you just said was that as long as the wedding takes place at midnight, Zhiwen will live, right?"

When Renbao didn't receive a reply, his mood immediately plummeted.

She puffed out her cheeks, her face full of displeasure, and turned her head away, unwilling to pay any attention to Old Madam Wang.

Madam Wang was completely bewildered, not knowing what she had done to offend her.

Su Shuying, who had been silent until now, coughed, drawing her attention. She then pointed to the mung bean cake.

Old Mrs. Wang was both amused and exasperated; he really was like a child.

She brought a whole plate of mung bean cakes to Renbao and said, "Little one, try these mung bean cakes first and see if they suit your taste. If you don't like them, Grandma will have the cook make you something else delicious."

Renbao's ears perked up, but he didn't immediately take a bite of the mung bean cake.

She's a little devil, very arrogant!

"I'm not eating anymore," Renbao grumbled, but her eyes never left the mung bean cake. She had only eaten half of her dinner, and her tummy was still feeling lonely.

Old Madam Wang saw through her awkward little thoughts at a glance and patiently coaxed, "Eat, please, Grandma, have a bite."

Renbao looked at her again and said softly, "Okay."

She ate one piece in each hand, finishing one piece with her left hand and then eating the other with her right, her eating manners were very delicate.

After finishing a plate of mung bean cakes, Renbao was delighted and patted her little tummy: "Grandma, I want to eat more hibiscus cake, eight-treasure cake, big meat buns, and sweet milk!"

Madam Wang looked at the housekeeper, who understood and immediately told the cook, who was about to go to sleep, to get up.

She looked at Renbao expectantly, "Now you can tell me, right?"