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"Brother Wang's lifespan has been borrowed! His destined partner is Sister Wan'er. Once they get married, their karma will be shared! Sister Wan'er is full of righteousness and can scare away bad guys!"

Renbao finished speaking in one breath, then sighed, resting his chubby little hand on his cheek.

Borrowing lifespan!

When Madam Wang understood Renbao's words, a storm of emotions surged within her!

"Why is the little boy sighing?" Old Madam Wang looked at Renbao with a nervous expression.

"When this little devil gets hungry, his tummy gets uncomfortable," Renbao said, rubbing his stomach with worry. "When my tummy is uncomfortable, I have no energy."

The servants and maids of the Prince's mansion were secretly watching Renbao.

Where did this little baby come from? He actually knows about the King of Hell and even calls himself that.

Everyone convinced themselves that she was so beautiful that even if she were the King of Hell, they wouldn't be afraid of her after they died.

"Someone, bring all the food that's currently available in the manor," Madam Wang ordered. She then quickly moved a small stool for Renbao to sit on before asking, "May I ask whose child you are?"

Su Shuying spoke up at this moment: "Madam Wang, my daughter is Su Shuying. Renbao is my younger sister, and she is a disciple of Qingshan Temple."

Madam Wang was about to sit down with Renbao, but upon hearing this, she quickly stood up straight, her face showing both shock and a hint of joy.

Renbao, the youngest daughter of Minister Su! She is the little Celestial Master whom all the powerful and wealthy in the capital want to curry favor with and meet!

"Little Celestial Master." Old Madam Wang bowed deeply to Renbao, not sparing any formalities despite her young age.

Su Shuying wanted to stop her, but seeing Renbao's innocent and naive expression, and his calm acceptance of the greeting, she adopted a more Zen-like attitude.

The three-year-old is also a little Taoist priest and calls himself a little Yama.

It's no longer unusual to receive such a grand gesture of respect.

Renbao still prefers everyone to call her Little Yama, but Uncle Hei says people are afraid of her name. Renbao can't figure it out, so she gives up on the idea and just calls her Little Celestial Master.

That sounds pretty impressive!

The cook heard that the young celestial master had come to the mansion and that there was hope that he could save the eldest young master.

All the cooks were mobilized immediately, and even the servants were brought in.

Grab the cleaver and spatula, and let's get started!

"Ning Wan'er arrived in her wedding dress?"

In the inner courtyard of the Prince's mansion, Madam Zhou learned from a maid what had happened in the main hall. She looked puzzled and frowned deeply.

She paced back and forth, gritting her teeth: "Let's go take a look!"

A table laden with delicious food.

Renbao focused intently on eating meat.

She's been eating for fifteen minutes.

Old Madam Wang couldn't help but ask, "Little Celestial Master, what time is it that Wan'er and Zhiwen can get married?"

Renbao gnawed on the bright red, oily, soft-skinned, melt-in-your-mouth braised pork knuckle in his hand.

Hearing Madam Wang's words, her cheeks were bulging, her lips were greasy, and she looked up. She was eating with great relish, and then raised her chubby little hand to do some calculations.

"Once everyone's here, we can begin the wedding!"

After Renbao finished speaking, he continued eating. By the time Zhou Shi arrived at the main hall, she had eaten all the meat on the table, leaving a huge pile of bones.

"Mother," Zhou said as she entered.

Renbao looked up: "Grandma, they're here! Let's carry Brother Wang out for the wedding."

Madam Wang immediately ordered, "Quickly carry the eldest son over here."

"Mother, what are you doing? Zhiwen is already weak and can't take any more stress," Zhou couldn't help but say, pointing at Renbao, "She's just a baby, how can you listen to her?"

"She's a little celestial master! Take your hands off her!" Old Madam Wang's eyes sharpened, and she angrily rebuked her.

Madam Zhou was surprised and her face was full of disapproval: "Mother, are you confused? A little celestial master is such a rare person, how could he just come to our merchant family so casually?"

Renbao turned his head and met Zhou's unfriendly gaze.

With prominent cheekbones, triangular eyes, a high nose, and thin lips, she had a mean-spirited appearance and many lives on her hands.

She is a bad person.

Zhou felt uneasy under Renbao's gaze. She was only a three-year-old child, so how could he have such a solemn and imposing presence that made her feel suffocated?

She lowered her head, not daring to meet Renbao's gaze.

Wang Zhiwen was helped into the main hall by the steward and servants. Upon seeing Ning Wan'er in her wedding dress, he struggled, "No! I can't marry her!"

Ning Wan'er froze. The Ning family abandoned her because they thought she was useless, and even Wang Zhiwen, a dying man, looked down on her.

She gritted her teeth, lifted her red veil, rushed to Wang Zhiwen, and stared at him: "Why don't you want to marry me?"

Wang Zhiwen paused for a moment, then explained, "I am already a dying man, and I shouldn't drag you into living as a widow."

So that's how it is. Ning Wan'er curled her lips slightly. He's a gentleman.

She took his hand and said, "I'm willing to marry you."

Wang Zhiwen was already weak all over, but with a pull, he went over to her and was face to face.

Renbao said, "Alright, we can do the wedding ceremony now!"

"No!" Zhou suddenly rushed between the two, shoving Ning Wan'er aside. "You two cannot get married!"

She had a very strong premonition that things would go wrong if the two of them got married!

Renbao put his hands on his hips and said angrily, "It's better to tear down a temple than to break up a marriage. You're an adult, don't you know this principle?"

Zhou choked: "How can there be a wedding at night? It's unlucky. Come again tomorrow."

"You want Brother Wang to die? You're so mean!" Renbao snorted, pointing her chubby little finger at Zhou Shi, and said to Old Madam Wang, "Grandma, she's the one who borrowed Brother Wang's lifespan. Tie her up and make her watch the ceremony, and then Brother Wang's lifespan will be returned!"

These words shocked everyone, who looked at Zhou Shi in disbelief.

Zhou's heart skipped a beat, and panic flashed in her eyes. She protested, "Mother, don't listen to her..."

"Take him down!" Old Madam Wang was furious. She believed Renbao's words.

Zhou was not Wang Zhiwen's biological mother, but his stepmother. It was from the moment she married into the Wang family that Wang Zhiwen's health deteriorated rapidly, and he became weaker day by day.

Zhou was restrained by the steward and guards.

The wedding ceremony went smoothly.

.........

Outside the city gates of the capital, several carriages were parked. Night had fallen, and the city gates were already closed.

"Miss, we can only enter the city tomorrow," the coachman said, turning to the carriage.

The carriage curtain was lifted, revealing a stunningly beautiful face. She looked up at the city gate and said, "Find an inn nearby and stay there. We'll enter the city tomorrow."

"Yes." The driver pulled on the reins and turned the carriage around.

"Miss, does that three-year-old little Taoist master really know medicine? If it's just a boastful reputation, then we've come all this way for nothing." A worried voice rang out from inside the carriage.

Qin Zhenzhen said calmly, "Don't think about things that don't concern you. A true master is not defined by age."

"Yes."

In the Marquis's mansion, the old man in black robes woke up. Nearly 70% of his skin was destroyed, and he lay on the bed wrapped up like a dumpling.

Su Chengxiao revealed all his secrets to save his life.

The old man in the black robe lay there, did some calculations with his fingers, and then his eyes lit up with surprise. There's always a way out!

"Young Master Su, at dawn tomorrow, take Su Tang to the city gate and stop the first carriage. The person inside is named Qin Zhenzhen; she is born with the destiny of a phoenix and possesses great fortune!"

Su Chengxiao's heart skipped a beat: "But Master, under what pretext should we approach her?"

The old man in black robes revealed a profound and unfathomable expression: "She came here seeking medical help to save her grandfather. All you need to do is let Su Tang continue to impersonate Ren Bao. The longer she stays by her side, the more her luck will be absorbed by Su Tang."

By then, her luck will be on par with Renbao's.

Su Chengxiao was already traumatized: "Master, if we don't cure her grandfather, won't Su Tang and I be exposed?"

"I'll give you a few talismans that will give her grandfather a brief moment of lucidity before he dies, enough to sustain him for a while," the old man in black sneered. "Once he's dead, Qin Zhenzhen will have finished using him, and Renbao will take the blame—killing two birds with one stone."