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In the Su family residence in Beixiang, a family of four is making pear preserves.

A row of transparent glass bottles, each costing one hundred taels of silver, filled the table.

"Daddy, the glass bottle is so beautiful, I love it! Can you make my window a glass window too?" Renbao circled around the table, occasionally picking up a slice of pear to eat.

Su Xuance washed the pears clean, and Pei Yuru and Su Shuying cut them up and put them into a glass bottle. Then they added rock sugar and spring water, steamed them for 15 minutes, and then sealed the bottle.

He obtained the glass bottle and canned pears from merchants in the Western Regions.

"When the Western Region merchants come to our Great Yong next time, Father will ask them about it," Su Xuance said indulgently, completely omitting the fact that a whole piece of glass was worth several thousand taels of silver.

Su Shuying looked up, surprise in her eyes: "Father, you've only been reinstated a few days ago, where did you get the money?"

Su Xuance paused, forgetting that his previous persona at home was that of a dejected cripple.

Renbao followed her sister's question closely, immediately climbing onto Su Xuance's lap, cupping his face in her hands, and looking at him with her round eyes: "Daddy, where did you get the money?"

Su Xuance coughed lightly: "It's a long story."

Another violent coughing sound rang out.

He looked at Pei Yuru, who was shaking like a sieve.

"It's my mother's dowry," Pei Yuru said with a dry laugh.

Previously, in order to prevent Renbao from eating without any limits, I deliberately made up the reason that the family was poor. If I tell her now...

Their family is not only not poor, but incredibly wealthy...

Su Shuying saw through their lies at a glance. Her lips twitched, but she didn't expose them. Instead, she said with a half-smile, "So, Dad lives off his wife."

Renbao immediately chimed in, his childish voice ringing out, "Daddy's a gigolo!"

puff!

The whole family burst into laughter.

Outside, General Fan, a subordinate of the Duke of Zhenguo, knocked on the door of the Su residence, supported by his servants.

The butler opened the door and was somewhat surprised to see General Fan, who was pale and looked as if he were in great pain.

"Lord Fan, what's going on?" the steward asked.

General Fan was unable to utter a sound.

The servant looked at the steward, knelt down with a thud, and choked out, "Please go in and inform the young celestial master that my general requests an audience."

The butler was startled: "Don't kneel! I'll go and inform the young Taoist priest right away."

"Who's looking for me?" Renbao slowly appeared in the main hall, munching on his eighteenth pear.

General Su sat weakly in his chair. Hearing the sound, he leaned on the armrest to get up, forced himself to stay awake, and said in a hoarse voice, "Greetings, Little Celestial Master."

"You have so many weird sores on your head, it looks so scary!" Renbao paused in her pear-eating, unable to eat anymore, and covered her eyes.

The servant beside General Su knelt down, breathing rapidly and speaking quickly: "My master developed sores on his head a month ago. At first, we thought it was nothing serious and applied some medicine without paying attention to it. But as time went by, the sores not only grew larger, but strange sores also appeared on his body."

General Su was in so much pain that he couldn't sleep all day. Within a few days, he became emaciated, as if all his energy had been drained away.

In addition, the sounds of a woman crying, footsteps, and knocking on the door and window could often be heard in the middle of the night.

The doors and windows can be opened, but there is no one outside.

The entire Fan family was thrown into turmoil and had no peace.

Initially, they invited a Taoist priest to the mansion to investigate this strange phenomenon. They performed rituals and spent money, but it was all to no avail.

Su Xuance, who was listening nearby, gasped. The Fan residence was indeed strange. He looked at Renbao, who was still covering her eyes and not moving, and wondered if she had fallen asleep: "Renbao, are you tired?"

Renbao shook his head, full of energy, and said, "No, I slept a lot and I'm not sleepy at all."

"Then why don't you want to see General Fan?" Su Xuance asked curiously.

Without hesitation, Renbao said crisply, "He's too ugly, I don't want to look."

Su Xuance: ...

Oh, I forgot, his daughter not only loves gold, but she's also obsessed with looks.

He looked apologetically at General Fan.

"It was I who dirtied the little celestial master's eyes." General Fan helped himself up with the help of his servants. He looked at himself in the bronze mirror and felt that he was ugly and terrifying. He was in a hurry to seek medical help, but he forgot that Renbao was only a three-year-old child.

"I think I'll go back."

The servants were moved to tears at the thought that General Fan was beyond saving and would eventually die covered in sores.

Dirty? Renbao immediately thought of Lin Ling, who had just been reincarnated.

"Alright, let me take a closer look." Renbao looked away, pulled up a small stool, and rested his chin on his hands as he looked at General Su.

"Really?" The servant's lips trembled, and he rushed to Renbao, about to kneel down.

Renbao frowned slightly: "You're blocking my way!"

The servant snapped out of his daze and quickly stepped aside: "Little Celestial Master, look."

"Where does the young celestial master live?"

On the street, Qin Zhenzhen and Xia He were like headless flies, asking everyone they met.

The common people shook their heads: "The Little Celestial Master is such a noble person. He usually goes to the palace to see dignitaries. How could we possibly know?"

"That's not how you put it. Do you know the three-year-old Taoist priest who sets up a stall under the pontoon bridge?"

"I suspect she is the Little Celestial Master. With her intervention, she not only saved a woman in difficult childbirth, but also turned Ning Wan'er, the second young lady of the Ning family and now the daughter-in-law of the Wang family, into a sand maiden."

"The young Taoist master is not only highly skilled in medicine, but his Taoist arts are also unfathomable!"

"I've seen her! She was absolutely gorgeous, with fair skin and plump cheeks, practically glowing with gold. She was like a walking golden dumpling, loved by everyone and adored by flowers!"

Qin Zhenzhen became increasingly alarmed as she listened. Apart from their age, what they said didn't quite match Su Tang's description.

Her voice trembled as she asked the question she had always been too afraid to ask: "Does anyone know how much silver it costs to have the young Taoist master treat my illness?"

"One hundred taels for medical treatment, fifty taels for fortune telling, fair and honest, this is the price for everyone, young and old."

hum!

Qin Zhenzhen retreated repeatedly, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Wouldn't she have been tricked?

The child she met in the capital was a fake!

Qin Zhenzhen collapsed to the ground, her body covered in cold sweat, and despair washed over her beautiful face.

The crowd couldn't bear to see her suffer, so they asked her another question and learned that she was seeking medical help.

"You can try your luck at Yuande Hall. If the Little Celestial Master is the little Taoist priest under the floating bridge, then Doctor Duan is her apprentice. Through him, you might be able to find out the Little Celestial Master's whereabouts."

...

"You're being haunted by a ghost!"

Renbao rubbed his hands together after he finished speaking.

"One hundred taels for treatment!"