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Jiaoyang Palace.

Mu Tuo sat in the main hall, his expression indifferent. The outside was completely surrounded by the Imperial Guards, so much so that not even a mosquito could get in.

He divined and learned that the enemy army had already launched an attack on Dayong, which made him somewhat anxious.

If he were on the front lines setting up formations, it would greatly boost morale and help them successfully capture cities near the border of Dayong.

In the dim light, he cut his finger, drew talismans on a piece of white paper, and then folded the paper into a dove.

The next moment, the paper pigeon seemed to come to life, flying out of the windowsill and heading straight south.

Suddenly, a slight, strange noise came from the eaves.

The wooden support is raised.

"Uncle, I'm a little scared." Su Tang stood on the roof, her face panicked. She looked down and was frightened by the solemn Imperial Guards.

Su Chengxiao shoved her: "I don't know the art of bone shrinking. You can't alert the Imperial Guards, or we're finished!"

"I'm scared." Su Tang shrank back.

Su Chengxiao's eyes darkened: "You don't want to surpass Renbao anymore? You don't want to outdo her?"

Su Tang's face showed a struggle, but her gaze gradually hardened. She pried open a tile and jumped down.

Su Chengxiao breathed a sigh of relief. He lay on the roof, trying to hear her conversation with Mu Tuo.

Muto looked at the little figure on the table, his eyes showing a hint of scrutiny.

Su Tang stared at him, her mind blank.

"You know how to shrink bones?" Muto asked in broken Da Yong language.

Su Tang nodded: "My master taught me."

Muto said thoughtfully, "Speak quickly if you have something to say."

The door was pushed open.

The Imperial Guards entered, their cold, sharp eyes sweeping over the surroundings.

Su Tang was startled and quickly hid inside the teapot.

Mutuo sat calmly, letting the Imperial Guards approach and search him.

"Who were you talking to just now?" the Imperial Guard questioned, his eyes filled with suspicion. He had clearly heard two voices, but when he came in, he only found Mu Tuo.

Mutuo lowered his eyes and played with the calligraphy brush in his hand, ignoring everything else.

The Imperial Guards searched the entire Jiaoyang Palace but found nothing unusual or anyone.

He was a little confused. Perhaps he was just hallucinating?

The door closed.

Mu Tuo lifted the teapot lid, picked up Su Tang with two fingers, placed her on the bed, and lowered the curtain.

"Speak," he said.

Su Tang calmed herself down and softly recited the words Su Chengxiao had told her beforehand: "Your Kou Kingdom has sent troops. His Majesty has sent Grand Tutor Wei and the Duke of Zhenguo to the border. My uncle said that you are proficient in metaphysics and may be able to send the message back to Kou Kingdom."

Sitting on the tatami mat with his legs spread wide, he retorted, "Aren't you from the Great Yong?"

Su Tang was stunned for a moment.

The old man in the black robe taught her that to gain someone's trust, you have to reveal your weaknesses or your trump cards.

"I hate Renbao. Grand Tutor Wei and the Duke of Zhenguo both like her and hate me. I don't want them to win." Su Tang said this with a hint of defiance.

Muto nodded: "I understand. You have someone else's luck on you. Your master isn't a righteous person, is he?"

Su Tang's face flushed red: "You're not allowed to talk about my master like that."

Muto chuckled, took out a piece of paper, drew a talisman on it, and said, "Give it to your master, and he can talk to me when he lights it."

Su Tang took it: "I will give it to him."

...

"Little Celestial Master, could you please divine our fate and tell us if we can win the battle?" the emperor asked.

Renbao held up one little finger: "It's a secret!"

emperor:……

He persisted: "Can't you reveal even a little bit?"

"No, you can't." Renbao shook his little head. "The fate of the nation is at stake. Unless a Taoist priest intervenes, I can't make a move."

The emperor understood, and he changed his question: "With your Grandpa Wei and Uncle Wen around, is there a great chance of winning?"

Renbao nodded, his voice strong and clear: "Yes!"

Wei Huaihao and the Duke of Zhenguo exchanged glances. Renbao trusted them so much, but they themselves were not confident!

They're both over a hundred years old combined, and their bones are so weak they'd fall apart if they were to move around too much.

The emperor was relieved and looked at them expectantly: "I'm leaving it to you."

The Duke of Zhenguo had fought against the enemy army and even won a battle, so he already understood the situation and wasn't too panicked.

Wei Huaihao felt extremely heavy-hearted. He had never read a single military book, so how could he possibly take command?

On the way out of the palace.

Wei Huaihao couldn't help but ask, "Renbao, can I really do this?"

"Sure!" Renbao affirmed. "Grandma Meng said you are the most learned person in the world, so strategizing and deploying troops is naturally a piece of cake for you."

Wei Huaihao sighed: "But I don't understand military strategy."

Renbao replied matter-of-factly, "Then Grandpa Wei will study tonight. Didn't you say that learning is like sailing against the current, with no end in sight?"

The Duke of Zhenguo was trying not to laugh, his shoulders twitching as he laughed, but then he realized something was wrong.

Wait a minute, Wei Pifu says he doesn't understand military strategy, so what is his role?

The Duke of Zhenguo hesitated and then slowly turned his gaze to him.

Wei Huaihao looked at him with a bitter and helpless expression.

"You brute, I truly don't understand."

"You fool, how are we supposed to fight this battle?"

Renbao, unaware of their troubles, went to the Su residence.

"Grandpa Wei, Uncle Wen, I'm going home now. See you tomorrow." Renbao waved his chubby little hand and skipped into the house.

The two smiled broadly: "See you tomorrow, Renbao."

The carriage curtain was lowered.

The two old men started arguing, seemingly on the same page.

"You'd better start studying military strategy!"

In the main hall of the Su residence, everyone was folding gold and silver ingots.

When they saw Renbao return, they all looked up.

"Young lady! You're back!"

"I'm back!" Renbao smiled sweetly. When she saw the gold ingots all over the floor, she exclaimed, wishing she could sleep on them. "So much money!"

As Tao Xiang folded the paper ingots, she asked, "Young Miss, will our deceased relatives really receive the ingots we fold?"

The steward, maids, and servants all stared intently at Renbao.

Renbao affirmed, "Yes, people have both a lifespan in the human realm and a lifespan in the underworld. After death, one must spend one's lifespan in the underworld before being reincarnated. One year in the human realm is equivalent to one day in the underworld. Most souls have to spend several dozen days before they can be reincarnated."

They also need to live in houses, wear clothes, and eat. Even dreaming costs money.

"If you want your ancestors to send you sons and daughters and bless you with wealth, then they can't be poor in the underworld."

The group listened with great interest.

The butler asked, "Young Miss, how much should we burn to meet our needs?"

"According to the human way of counting time, a year has spring, summer, autumn, and winter. Two thousand silver ingots are enough for a wandering soul to live in the underworld for two quarters, which is half a year!"

Renbao is exceptionally good at math; he can calculate without even using his fingers.

The steward and others folded the ingots faster and faster.

Burning money for ancestors three times a year: Qingming Festival, Ghost Festival, and Winter Solstice.

Burning more than four thousand silver ingots a year is enough for the ancestors to live one day in the underworld. The Ghost Festival is approaching, so hurry up and fold them!

When Yuanbao returned to the house, he turned around and said, "That's right, it's best to fold paper ingots during the day. If you fold paper ingots at night, you should light a candle. Don't fold them too late, or you'll attract wandering ghosts."

The group paused, and then it got dark.

Discount again tomorrow!

The next day, Wei Huaihao met with the Duke of Zhenguo, both with dark circles under their eyes, and set off for the border to meet the enemy!