Ruthless Host and Her Little Darling Quick Transmigration

"Let's go, we don't know how long we'll be staying, if we're too late we'll miss the show."

Qin Baobao was still very curious about the ghost she saw in broad daylight.

Isn't it said that ghosts are afraid of sunlight?

This ghost is not afraid of sunlight, and sunlight seems to have no effect on it at all.

Qin Baobao remembered a world where an ugly monster shared the same name as her apprentice. He possessed a divine artifact that could absorb souls. Nourished by the artifact, the soul grew stronger, yet no soul dared to venture out during the day.

The spirit before me looked utterly ordinary and incredibly weak. I never expected it could walk in the sunlight; does sunlight discriminate between ghosts?

Qin Baobao was the first to walk out, wanting to observe more closely. As soon as she stepped off the viewing platform, a group of eunuchs and palace maids swarmed around her. Some carried food and fruit, others books and scrolls, and still others clothes and jewelry.

Mrs. Li, who was standing nearby, looked on with envy.

The Emperor's favor towards the Empress is truly astounding. No wonder the Empress has such a relaxed demeanor, carefree heart, and even developed an air of absolute authority.

With such favor, she wouldn't be surprised if the Empress sat on the throne one day.

The late emperor's favoritism towards the Empress Dowager only became apparent to the public after their abdication. The current emperor's favoritism is so open and unquestionable; doesn't he fear the Empress's misfortune and the resentment she might face?

Lady Li stayed by the Empress's side, trying to minimize her own presence.

Her husband's military campaigns had already earned her enough prestige. She didn't need to curry favor with the Empress to add to her already impressive reputation.

Compared to the Empress's grand procession, Lady Li was only accompanied by two maids, who were instantly swallowed up by the crowd and disappeared from sight.

The Little Lotus Pavilion is also a scenic spot; sitting in the pavilion, you can take in everything around you, including the Drunken Immortal Pavilion next door. However, it is not as magnificent as the Jade Pavilion to the east, and the lotus flowers in the pond were not yet in bloom.

When Qin Baobao arrived, Yan Zixuan had already returned to Zuixian Pavilion. Inside Zuixian Pavilion were two grapevines, laden with green grapes.

Beneath the grape trellis stood a round table and two chairs. On the table sat a pot of tea, and a man was sitting in one of the chairs, pouring himself a drink. This man was none other than Guo Yaozu, the current Prime Minister.

At this distance, where the average person's vision is blurred, Qin Baobao can see everything clearly. As long as they don't deliberately lower their voices, it's like watching a vivid little movie.

Guo Yaozu, in his forties, sat calmly in his chair, dressed in official robes.

The master of ceremonies was reciting the glorious achievements of past emperors, and he had taken the opportunity to sneak out. He couldn't stay outside for too long, or it would inevitably arouse suspicion. If Master Yan didn't return in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he would have to visit him another day.

Guo Yaozu put down his teacup and looked up. In a daze, he saw a black Taoist robe at the door and immediately stood up politely.

The newcomer had an air of otherworldly grace and extraordinary bearing. He arrived amidst a radiant light, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a young Taoist priest!

Upon seeing the newcomer, Guo Yaozu's smile immediately vanished. He picked up the teacup on the table and sat back down steadily.

Hearing the lady's description, he thought she was a highly accomplished Taoist master, which made him feel disappointed for nothing.

It's not that he judges people by their appearance; which highly skilled fortune teller doesn't need decades of practice? Which master fortune teller doesn't have a full beard?

The young Taoist priest before us is far too young; as the saying goes, "a man with no beard is unreliable." While not always true, this certainly filters out most mediocre individuals.

Yan Zixuan was not angry when he saw the Prime Minister's behavior. He admitted that his youth was his weakness.

But he's good at bluffing!

After his silver tongue, no one believed that the man wouldn't leave his money behind.

People like him, who are courageous, resourceful, and capable, are becoming increasingly rare these days.

Alas, people of this world always judge others by their appearance!

Yan Zixuan stepped forward unhurriedly and performed a Taoist greeting. "This humble Taoist greets you. I presume you are the distinguished guest introduced by Madam Guo. May I ask if you are here for fortune telling or divination?"

"What does the Taoist priest know?" Although Guo Yaozu thought the man was unreliable, he wouldn't make sweeping generalizations or judge a book by its cover.

Yan Zixuan gently flicked her robes, standing there with a humble and polite demeanor. "This humble Taoist has barely entered the path, and only knows some minor tricks for exorcising evil spirits."

"You can catch ghosts?"

This is a bit of an overstatement; even the Imperial Advisor wouldn't dare boast that he can catch ghosts.

The young Taoist priest in front of me was getting a little arrogant.

Prime Minister Guo smiled knowingly, indicating that he did not believe it.

If it weren't for his fear of the royal fortune teller's identity, Guo Yaozu would have had him beaten up long ago.

He hated people like that more than anything in his life!

Yan Zixuan remained calm, "What's so difficult about that? There's one right next to you."

The ghost beside him looked horrified. Wasn't this guy blind? How could he suddenly...?

Or have I been deceiving myself all along?

The male ghost floated to his side and waved vigorously, then hung himself on the grape trellis, making faces and even doing all sorts of funny things. Yan Zixuan remained calm and composed, showing no sign of being able to see anything.

The male ghost breathed a long sigh of relief. Thank goodness, he was terrified. If he could really see it, wouldn't all his past scandals be right under this kid's nose?

I can't see it, I absolutely can't see it! I must have just guessed.

Prime Minister Guo was taken aback at first, then his expression turned to horror, and he immediately stood up from his seat.

However, Prime Minister Guo, as expected of him, was a man who had seen many storms. He quickly regained his composure, even displaying a mocking expression on his face.

"Sunlight belongs to Yang, and ghosts belong to Yin. You're saying a ghost appears in broad daylight? Taoist priest, put a little more effort into conning people!"

Guo Yaozu's expectations dwindled, and disappointment crept onto his face. He'd come to exaggerate after thinking he'd met the Prime Minister, abandoning all factual basis.

This kind of person is the most unreliable.

A few days ago, a few words revealed a secret that inadvertently saved my child's life, most likely by sheer luck.

He put down his teacup and prepared to leave.

The attendant leading the way became anxious. Wasn't he going to say something more? How could his bride, whom he had almost gotten his hands on, just disappear like that?

Seeing the Prime Minister leave, Yan Zixuan was not in a hurry. He sighed softly, slightly lifted the hem of his robe, and sat down in the chair with a calm and carefree air.

"Alas! Everyone says the Prime Minister is exceptionally wise, but I never expected him to be as shallow as the rest of the world."

"As the ancients said, seeing is not necessarily believing. How can you know that what I say is not true when you have never even met the Prime Minister?"

"If you didn't see it, how can you say it doesn't exist? If you saw it, how can you be sure it actually exists?"

Anyone can use reverse psychology. Who in the imperial court isn't a seasoned veteran?

Guo Yaozu wasn't angry when he heard this. Anyone can be quick-witted. I hope you won't go out again.

Guo Yaozu was not fooled by his cryptic words and ordered his men to carry the boxes and leave.

Instead of demonstrating any real skills, they resort to superstitious nonsense to fool people.

Walking down the street, Guo Yaozu sighed inwardly. It would be a lie to say he wasn't disappointed. He had thought he'd struck gold, meeting a reclusive master. But it turned out this so-called master only knew how to scare people with ghosts and spout empty platitudes.

Unfortunately, what he hates most in this life are those who only talk big but have no real ability.

This person seems to be constantly hitting his sore spots.

The reason I didn't lose my temper on the spot was because I had mastered the art of internal energy cultivation and had good self-control.

Prime Minister Guo's pace quickened, while the attendants carrying the boxes beside him slowed down, even becoming breathless.

His feet felt as heavy as if they weighed a ton, as if each step required the utmost effort. Beads of sweat poured from his forehead, trickling down his cheeks and into his eyes, dripping onto the ground.