Taking away my family's luck? I won't stand it!

Zhao came to the emperor holding Yuan Anle. The one-month-old baby was not as round and plump as other babies. He had a pointed chin, yellow skin, and sparse hair on his head. He looked like a monkey and did not look at all like the fair, tender and plump baby he was when he was just born.

The emperor kept muttering in his heart: What’s going on? Did the prime minister’s wet nurse starve Princess Anguo?

Yuan Anle smiled and said in a baby voice, "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you. I am still young, so please forgive me for not kneeling."

The Emperor thought about the result of the Imperial Master's divination, waved his hand, and said in a low voice, "Nothing, when will Princess Anguo pray for rain for the people?"

He came to the Prime Minister's Mansion today for this matter. He remembered what the National Master said, that a lucky girl would be born in Anping State, and the National Master packed his bags overnight to go find the lucky girl.

It just so happened that the Prime Minister's Mansion had a daughter who could speak before she was even a month old. The Emperor felt that this girl in the Prime Minister's Mansion must be the lucky girl that the Imperial Master had mentioned.

"Your Majesty, we can pray for rain now. However, I need Your Majesty to stand on the altar while I pray so that God can see your sincerity in praying for rain for the people."

Yuan Anle said in a baby voice, her big round eyes lacking any of the childishness that a baby should have.

The emperor stroked his chin, a gleam in his eyes, and said nonchalantly, "Since Princess Anguo is praying for rain for the people, I should cooperate."

Is she the lucky girl of Anping State as the national teacher mentioned? This is a good opportunity to verify it.

The emperor walked towards the altar and did not see the determined stares between Zhao and Yuan Anle.

On the altar, the Prime Minister was setting up the altar with Taoist Hu. When they saw the Emperor approaching, they both knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, long live Your Majesty."

"Get up." The emperor waved his hand.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The Prime Minister and Taoist Hu stood up.

The prime minister's altar was set up at the entrance of the prime minister's residence.

Around the altar had gathered court officials, young masters, wives of officials, and ordinary people of the capital.

"Your Majesty, long live your Majesty."

When everyone heard the voices of the Prime Minister and Taoist Hu, they realized that even the emperor had arrived and knelt down one after another.

"Everyone, get up." The emperor waved his hand.

The emperor looked at the altar and saw a vat of water mixed with blood in front of it, a pig on one side and a sheep on the other side. In the middle was a table with some fruits on it, and in the middle of the table were two white candles and four cigarettes.

The emperor was horrified by what he saw. He had never seen anyone pray for rain in this way. There wasn't even a rain god.

"What should I do?" The emperor looked at the prime minister.

"Your Majesty, you only need to burn the incense and then stand aside." Taoist Hu said with a slight bend in his waist.

Zhao carried Yuan Anle forward and placed her on a lotus seat carved from mahogany on the ground. She was wearing sacrificial clothes, with the emperor standing beside her and countless court officials and ordinary people in the capital prostrating themselves on the ground behind her.

There was arrogance in Yuan Anle's eyes, as if the people kneeling on the ground were ants. There was calculation and murderous intent in his eyes, which did not look like what a girl who had just turned one month old should look like at all.

In the previous life, the Imperial Master found Yuan Qiyao. As a girl of good fortune, Yuan Qiyao enjoyed wealth and glory, and people all over the country, including the emperor, became her believers.

Compared with Yuan Qiyao in her previous life, she was just an insignificant grain of sand in the dust. The luck stolen from the Prime Minister's Mansion was taken back by Yuan Qiyao, who announced to the world that the Prime Minister's Mansion was a cuckoo in the magpie's nest.

The daughter of a wealthy family fell into the mortal world overnight. The thousands of believers who knew the truth were extremely angry and sold her to a brothel where she was bullied by ruffians and hooligans... and died with hatred.

Fortunately, she has a chance to start over. She wants to take away Yuan Qiyao's position as the lucky girl and make her look up to her. Then she will stand up and say that she is the lucky girl, but who will believe her?

After all, I have been a lucky girl since I was born.

It was worth it for her to appear in her dreams to her father and mother.

The old lady stood below, holding a string of Buddhist beads in her hand, with a vicious look in her eyes. Twenty years ago, their family met an old Taoist priest, who could tell at a glance that their whole family would have a short life.

At the same time, they also saw that their cousin's family was rising rapidly and was the prime minister of Anguo. He was surrounded by children and grandchildren and enjoyed the happiness of family life. His descendants were all pillars of the country, and his only granddaughter was a daughter of good fortune.

They were unwilling to give up and gave away all their property in exchange for their lives.

They have no regrets.

"Let's start praying for rain!" Taoist Hu shouted.

The emperor took the three cigarettes from Taoist Hu, bowed three times to the sky, and then inserted the cigarettes into the incense burner.

Everything was ready. Yuan Anle's childish face was filled with solemnity. She recited the sacrificial words in a clear and tender voice: "Heaven and earth, I, the daughter of the Yuan family, beg God for mercy. May you send down the long-awaited rain to benefit the world and all living beings..."

After the sacrificial speech ended, Princess Anguo raised her hands high and shouted, "Here comes the Thunder God..."

The officials and common people kneeling on the ground were filled with excitement.

Suddenly, the sky where the sun was high in the sky was covered with dark clouds. The sky darkened, and thunder dragons were flying and rolling in the clouds, and faint thunder could be heard.

A gentle breeze blew, rustling the leaves and making people squint their eyes because of the wind and sand.

"The Dragon King is coming..."

The temperature dropped suddenly, and the exposed skin felt slightly moist. This was a sign of rain. Everyone was filled with joy and looked up at the dark sky with bated breath.

There was a hint of pride in Yuan Anle's eyes. Today, the position of the lucky girl was hers.

Just when everyone thought that the rain would start to fall, the wind suddenly stopped and everyone was stunned.

A strong ray of light penetrated the clouds and spread powerfully to the earth, driving away all the darkness.

Yuan Anle was stunned, "How could it be..."

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff"

........

Yuan Anle's expression had not yet subsided, and he felt as if he was being ruthlessly crushed under the wheels of a carriage. His throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his sallow face turned pale.

The Prime Minister, Mrs. Zhao, the old lady, and Taoist Hu all spat out blood from their mouths.

The officials and common people kneeling on the ground looked at this scene in astonishment, motionless.

"Tsk, what's this about the lucky girl? I think she's just overestimating herself. A little person dares to pray to God for rain, something that even the Imperial Master can't do. Bah..."

I don't know who in the crowd reacted.

The deceived people now hate as much as they hoped at the beginning.

"That's right, the daughter of good fortune? I think it's a lie, right?"

"I think so too. If she is really the daughter of good fortune, why hasn't the fighting at the border ceased? There's no change in the weather. On the contrary, it hasn't rained for two or three months in a row."

"I don't know what's going on. The drought in the north is severe, and the emperor allocated grain to provide disaster relief, but now there's no effect at all. Could he be lying to us?"

As the emperor listened to what the people said, his face became darker and darker. He glanced at the people who were vomiting blood and Princess Anguo who had fainted, then walked away angrily with a look of anger.