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When Emperor Dayong was a prince, he was the fourth son and not the Empress Dowager's biological son.

After the Empress Dowager killed his biological mother, Consort Li, she naturally raised him as her son.

When the late emperor made him crown prince, he was thirteen years old. Five years later, she suddenly became pregnant and gave birth to her eighth son.

The Empress Dowager did try to help the Eighth Prince fight for the throne, but the Fourth Prince had already secured his position as Crown Prince and his methods should not be underestimated.

Now that the Eighth Prince has been enfeoffed as Prince Qing, and the Emperor knows that she harmed Consort Li, she has a thorn in her heart. She is afraid of the Emperor's revenge and also regrets raising him under her name.

It's more reassuring to give the throne to one's own son.

Over the years, the Empress Dowager has been secretly building up her strength, trying to help Prince Qing regain the throne.

The enemy of my enemy is my ally.

The first person Su Chengxiao thought of was the Empress Dowager.

"Your Majesty, my daughter Tangtang has been accepted as a disciple by a master of the Witchcraft Sect and possesses great fortune. If you do not believe me, you can bring her to play leaf games with the concubines." He said respectfully.

"The Empress Dowager invited us to play cards?" The Empress asked, somewhat surprised, as she lay on her chaise lounge.

Granny Liu nodded: "It was Granny Zhang from the Empress Dowager's side who came to invite you."

The Empress touched her belly and slowly rose to her feet: "Let's go."

The Empress Dowager lives a secluded life and rarely comes out to interact with the concubines, so today is truly a rare occasion.

...

"Little Celestial Master".

When Zhao Donghai woke up and saw several people surrounding him, his eyelids twitched.

Renbao stared into his pupils and suddenly said, "You owe karma, and you have to repay it yourself. I can't save you."

Zhao Donghai was stunned, looking somewhat bewildered: "What do you mean by this?"

"Go home and face your retribution. You did something bad, and no one can save you." Renbao peeled a lychee and popped it into her mouth, shaking her little head contentedly. She looked at Taoxiang and said, "Sister Taoxiang, give him the money you used to buy this basket of lychees to go home and lie down."

Zhao Donghai looked panicked and knelt down with a thud, pulling out a stack of silver notes from his pocket: "Please, Little Celestial Master, save me. I'll pay any amount."

Renbao shook his head again: "No, if you want to ask, ask your Dragon Girl sister who's locked up in the house."

Dragon Girl!

The moment Renbao uttered those two words, Zhao Donghai's expression froze completely, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Half a year ago, he heard that a dragon maiden was hidden in the deep sea of ​​Yazhou, whose tears could turn into jewels, and a single jewel was worth a fortune.

Zhao Donghai spent a lot of money to hire many fishermen who were good at swimming, and built a ship and sturdy fishing nets to go into the deep sea to capture the Dragon Girl.

He succeeded.

He captured the dragon girl and took her home, built a dungeon, and bound her with chains with hooks.

She refused to cry, so they whipped her and scraped her scales with a knife, forcing her to shed tears.

The room was filled with pearls, dazzling and eye-catching.

Zhao Donghai thus became wealthy and became the richest man in Lingnan.

A month ago, however, his body was covered in scales, and at night he would start to itch and feel unbearably painful. He sought out doctors everywhere and tried all kinds of prescriptions, but nothing worked.

Having heard of a minor physician in the capital who had been personally appointed as a Celestial Master by the emperor, Zhao Donghai spent a fortune to find out his whereabouts and came here specifically to seek his medical help.

But he didn't expect that Compal would reject him.

They even said it was karma and retribution.

He doesn't believe in karma or cause and effect!

Zhao Donghai forced his servant to stand up: "The young celestial master is unwilling to save him; perhaps his medical skills are not refined enough."

The butler and Tao Xiang were speechless. He was the first person to dare to question Renbao in public.

The two men stared at him with hostility.

Renbao tilted his head, patted his chubby little hands, and a look of sudden realization appeared on his face: "I know, that's the trick Grandpa Wei talked about! I'm smart, I won't fall for it, so I won't save you, hehehe."

She made a funny face, which was both playful and cute.

"You!" Zhao Donghai was so angry he was about to vomit blood, his face ashen as he pointed at Renbao.

His fingers suddenly felt numb and painful, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

Zhao Donghai realized that he could not be disrespectful to Renbao.

His expression shifted repeatedly. He lowered his hand and pinched his thigh, clinging to a sliver of hope: "Little Celestial Master, if I release her back into the sea now, can I save her?"

"How dare you!" Renbao said angrily, hands on her hips. "To get the pearl, you not only whipped the Dragon Girl, but also ripped off her scales! That must have hurt so much! I don't like you!"

Renbao turned her head away, pouted, and ran straight into the house, where Zhao Donghai was nowhere to be seen.

The butler reacted quickly, coldly telling Zhao Donghai, "Please leave."

Tao Xiang tossed him a hundred taels of silver: "Silver notes for buying lychees."

Zhao Donghai was kicked out of the Su residence.

He stared at the plaque on the door, his lips trembling as he clenched his fist.

He refused to believe that money couldn't buy a renowned doctor!

Even if Renbao doesn't save him, plenty of others will!

After all, in this world, money can make the devil turn the millstone.

After Renbao entered the house, he closed the door, muttered some incantations, and went through his vagina to the bottom of the sea to see the Dragon King.

The silver rat led the way.

The Dragon King was lying on his couch drinking when a silver mouse suddenly jumped onto him. He picked it up and exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't this the little silver mouse of Vaishravana, the Heavenly King? Your Heavenly King has arrived?"

"Grandpa Dragon King, it's me!"

Renbao's childish voice reached his ears.

The Dragon King was greatly alarmed and immediately stood up and walked towards the inner palace. He specifically instructed the clam maid, "Tell the little Yama that I am not here. Tell her to come back another day and take her to the treasure vault to choose as many luminous pearls as she wants."

Compal likes shiny things.

The dragon's scales are brighter than anything else in the world.

He's already had three scales plucked by Renbao; if he gets any more plucked, he won't look good.

"Grandpa Dragon King, where are you going!"

Renbao appeared before him.

The Dragon King looked around, pretending not to see: "Hey? Where's Little Yama? I can't see him."

Renbao stood on tiptoe and waved his chubby little hands: "Grandpa Dragon King, I'm here."

"Oh dear, my eyesight is failing me." The Dragon King turned around and hurriedly prepared to leave.

Renbao stepped on his tail.

The Dragon King remained motionless.

The Third Prince happened to come looking for him, and when he saw Renbao there, he immediately turned around and left.

Oh hoo!

The little Yama King who wreaked havoc in the Dragon Palace has arrived.

He should probably keep his distance.

These radiant, majestic dragons were Renbao's toys.

"You unfilial son! Stop right there!" the Dragon King shouted at him.

The Third Prince quickened his pace.

He can't hear me! He can't hear me!

"Don't Grandpa Dragon King and Third Brother like Renbao?" Renbao loosened his legs, looking dejected.

The next moment, the Dragon King and his third prince surrounded her: "How could that be?"

"Renbao, it's been a long time. You've gotten even fatter and cuter." The Third Prince gritted his teeth, made a tough decision, broke off a dragon scale, and stuffed it into her hand to coax her.

He glanced at the Dragon King and said innocently, "Father, won't you break off a piece?"

Dragon King: You unfilial son! You unfilial son!

He slowly touched the scales, preparing to tear them off.

Renbao shook his head: "I don't want dragon scales."

The Dragon King and the Third Prince looked at each other, their eyes filled with surprise and panic.

"Why doesn't Renbao want it anymore? Doesn't he like Grandpa Dragon King anymore?"