Ruthless Host and Her Little Darling Quick Transmigration

"Why aren't you coming out? How can you not come out?" The attendant kept looking back, hoping that Master Yan would come out.

No, nothing!

Master Yan did not chase after them, but his attendant could hear his restless breathing. Each breath was heavier than the last, making him feel uneasy.

"Whiff, wheeze, wheeze!"

what happened?

Was it intentional, or did these people take advantage of my inattention and secretly move Master Yan's belongings out as well?

There's no need for that. What doesn't the Prime Minister's residence have?

"Huff, huff, huff!" The attendant's breathing became more and more like a broken bellows, as if he might kick the bucket at any moment.

The prime minister's attendant withdrew his gaze and gave those people a condescending look.

The big man's steps became heavier, as if he would drop the box and collapse to the ground at any moment.

The attendants finally realized something was wrong; although the box was heavy, the men carrying it were all strong and powerful.

He looked completely relaxed on the way here, not even breaking a sweat, let alone panting. Even if he added some things on the way back, he shouldn't be this heavy, right?

The attendant's eyes darted around, and he turned his head away, refusing to look at them. The prime minister was already furious, and it wasn't him who would suffer; why bother running into him and making things worse? Looking at the prime minister walking swiftly ahead, he chose to keep his mouth shut.

He won't do anything that's thankless!

Not long after, one of the boxes finally gave way and crashed onto the gravel road with a loud thud.

The loud bang seemed to trigger a chain reaction, with several boxes falling to the ground one after another, causing the ground to tremble.

For some unknown reason, the box seemed to grow heavier and heavier. A daring idea formed in the attendant's mind, but he dared not voice it. When the large box finally hit the ground, their hearts trembled.

The Prime Minister is no pushover; he's going to get a severe beating this time.

The attendants carrying the boxes turned pale with fright, their knees buckling and collapsing to the ground. They wanted to kneel too, but their legs wouldn't obey them.

It's over, it's completely over this time.

Even knowing there was no hope, the attendants continued to bang their heads heavily against the gravel, one by one until their heads bled. "Prime Minister, spare us! Prime Minister, spare us!"

Hearing the commotion behind him, Guo Yaozu was so startled he almost jumped up from the ground. He had initially thought it was a landslide, but it turned out to be a bunch of useless idiots.

If you can't even lift a few boxes properly, what are you if not useless?

Prime Minister Guo had been holding back his anger, and finally found an outlet for it.

He went back and kicked each of them to the ground.

"What am I keeping you around for? Are your muscles just for show? Get up, all of you get up! You're all just a bunch of good-for-nothings!" Guo Yaozu was extremely annoyed, swinging his sleeves as he swung them around.

The attendant, suffering in silence, barely had time to wipe the blood from his head as he struggled to his feet.

They picked up the carrying pole and tried to lift it, but no matter how hard they strained, their faces turning red, the box remained motionless on the ground. A fine sweat broke out on their faces again, this time from both anxiety and fear.

How evil!

Just now, Yan Xiangshi seemed to say that there was a ghost here?

Could there really be a ghost sitting on the box? Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine.

The attendants were terrified and broke out in a cold sweat. One of them collapsed to his knees.

"Sir, something seems amiss."

This person mustered up his courage and spoke first, and the others quickly knelt on the ground as well.

"It's not that we didn't try, this place is too weird! It was very easy to get here, but the boxes got heavier and heavier on the way back, and now... now we can't lift them at all."

"Sir, we really didn't mean it," the man opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he swallowed his words.

Guo Yaozu, seeing that their expressions didn't seem to indicate they were lying, asked a few men to help lift a box. The men worked themselves to exhaustion, their faces red and necks bulging, but the box seemed to be permanently attached to the ground.

Prime Minister Guo stepped forward and tried it himself, but he couldn't even budge a corner, let alone lift it.

Guo Yaozu lowered his head, staring thoughtfully at the box. Suddenly, he strode back.

In the end, he judged people by their appearance!

Yan Xiangshi is a truly capable person; I hope he can forgive and forget what happened.

When Prime Minister Guo returned, Yan Zixuan was still drinking tea at the table. It was as if she had known he would come back and was waiting there anyway.

Prime Minister Guo was now certain that the fortune teller Yan was a man of great talent and had not exaggerated at all. "Master, you are truly a master. I was blind and offended you for a moment. Please forgive me!"

Yan Zixuan smiled and waved her hand, appearing kind and magnanimous, but she didn't say a word.

The ghost beside him complained, "What a disgrace! You've completely disgraced fortune tellers, using nothing but petty tricks to deceive the world. What a promising talent, how did he go astray?"

Despite Guo's flattery, the other person maintained a smile and didn't utter a single word.

Hmph, what goes around comes around. Now you're begging me. It's my turn to put on airs and act high and mighty. Let's see if I even bother with you.

The cunning official quickly sensed something was amiss. Prime Minister Guo beckoned, and immediately a servant handed him a stack of silver notes.

"This is just a small token of my respect; please accept it, Master."

Yan Xiangshi finally set down his teacup with an air of nobility. “Prime Minister, you are too kind. As the saying goes, one should not accept a reward without merit. This generous gift is too much for me to accept.”

"Mr. Yan, you are mistaken. You saved my only son, which is a great kindness to me. It would be only right for me to give you all my assets." Prime Minister Guo was very sincere, and Yan Zixuan could not refuse, so she had to put the things away.

The male ghost had a grim expression, sensing something was amiss. This kid had been in Changshan for a year now, and every now and then someone would come up with silver to express their gratitude. The male ghost couldn't believe it; could he really encounter so many injustices in this world? He was just kidding!

Yan Zixuan happily pocketed the silver, finally feeling relieved. He vowed to never run into that kid down the mountain again, or he'd definitely swindle him out of his life.

"What about my son...?"

Did you bring your birth date and time (Bazi)?

"I brought it, I brought it." Prime Minister Guo carefully took out a slip of paper from his clothes.

Yan Zixuan took the note and glanced at it. Then, his fingers twitched slightly as he began to calculate, his expression growing increasingly serious as he did so.

This looks like things are going badly!

"Master, what's going on?" Guo Yaozu's heart jumped when he saw his serious expression.

Yan Zixuan gave him a reassuring look and then looked at the young Taoist beside her.

"Boy, go and fetch my tortoise shell."

The young Taoist looked surprised. "Sir, you've already used it twice."

"Go quickly, stop talking so much nonsense!" Yan Zixuan gave him a stern look.

This situation clearly indicates that something is amiss. Since Yan Xiangshi didn't speak, Prime Minister Guo dared not ask easily. After all, he was the beneficiary, and once he asked, there would be no turning back.

You'll be the one who regrets it later.

Rather than putting yourself in a difficult position, it's better to let others shoulder the burden.