Ruthless Host and Her Little Darling Quick Transmigration

When Qin Baobao went in, Yan Zixuan was staring blankly at the air. With her white hair and black robe, she leaned against the windowsill, giving off an air of otherworldly grace.

The male ghost floated around, and occasionally their eyes met, giving him the illusion that the other person was looking at him.

The young Taoist priest chattered on as he worked, “How was my performance just now? I think there’s room for improvement. I should have hugged Master’s leg and cried. When will Master’s hair change back? That really scared me.”

"Who are you? Why are you here?" The young Taoist priest ran out as soon as he saw another person in the courtyard. When he saw the phoenix on Qin Baobao's clothes, he opened his mouth wide in surprise.

Qin Baobao waved her hand, and the young Taoist priest tactfully withdrew. Back in the house, he realized he had actually met the legendary Empress. He then peeked out from behind the doorframe.

The Empress is so beautiful! She's like a fairy.

The second person to discover Qin Baobao was a male ghost. He inadvertently followed the boy's gaze and saw a person standing in golden light. That one glance almost blinded his ghostly eyes.

Yan Zixuan immediately ran over and stood in front of the male ghost.

After a brief period of darkness, the male ghost was finally able to open his eyes. It took him a while to adjust before he saw the person blocking his way.

It turned out to be Yan Zixuan.

"You...you can actually see me?" The male ghost was extremely surprised and stood there stunned for a moment.

"Your humble servant greets Your Majesty the Empress!" Yan Zixuan bowed slightly, performing the proper etiquette between ruler and subject. "Your humble servant is currently in a state of disarray; please forgive me, Your Majesty."

"It's alright, what's your relationship?" Just a moment ago she was indifferent, but now she's nervously blocking the way.

“He is the spirit of my father. I only found him a year ago. At that time, he was already broken and damaged. Even now, he has only recovered some of his memories. But he is still my father, and I don’t want him to be reincarnated in a daze.”

They're father and son?

Qin Baobao looked at the little Taoist priest blocking her way, then at the spirits behind him, her expression somewhat forlorn.

"Nourish the soul with the soul?" If her father could still be saved, would she make the same choice?

"Your Majesty, rest assured, I will never do anything immoral. I nourish my soul with my own body, and I have not harmed anyone else, nor will I harm anyone else in the future."

Qin Baobao paused, snapping out of her sadness. "I believe you, but let's cover his eyes for the next few days."

"Your Majesty, please rest assured, I will try my best to keep him in the courtyard these next few days." Yan Zixuan was a little incredulous. The two had never interacted before, so where did Her Majesty's trust come from?

Qin Baobao felt a little uncomfortable under his probing gaze, coughed lightly, and didn't hide anything. "I saw everything you did," she said, then pointed to the small lotus pavilion in the distance.

Yan Zixuan's clever mind couldn't understand for a moment. She saw it, so what was the Empress pointing at the sky for?

"Don't worry, ordinary people definitely can't see or hear what you're saying." Yan Zixuan turned her head blankly and looked again. There was a small lotus pavilion in the sky.

Could the Empress be telling me that she was standing right there and saw everything clearly in the courtyard?

That far? Is that even a distance visible to the naked eye?

From here, Xiao Lianting could only vaguely see clearly. Wasn't this clearly telling her that the Empress was incredibly powerful and no ordinary person?

What is she going to do?

Yan Zixuan didn't know what expression to make. Should she give her a questioning look and ask her why she was spying? Or should she give her an admiring look and praise her for being sharp-eared and sharp-eyed?

I feel like no matter what I say, it's inappropriate!

Throughout his life, he had always been eloquent and persuasive, able to convince others to grant his every request. But this was the first time in his life he had opened his mouth, and he didn't know what to say.

Qin Baobao was completely unaware of the enormous shockwave she had just unleashed. She casually took out a bucket of spiritual spring water. "I have some spiritual spring water here; perhaps it can help you."

"What does Your Majesty want me to do?" Seeing the suddenly added item, Yan Zixuan took a deep breath and calmed down. He wasn't blinded by the huge profit, but rationally asked what price he would have to pay.

Qin Baobao knew he had misunderstood, and gave a calm smile. "Just be yourself, and don't stray from your original intentions."

Without waiting for him to ask again, she turned and left. No one knew the faint bitterness in her heart; the longer time passed, the more blurred her memory became.

She can no longer remember what her father looks like, as if such a person had never existed in the world.

As Yan Zixuan watched the Empress's retreating figure, she suddenly sensed a loneliness in the Empress's fleeing state. It was as if the world was vast and she was the only one left in it.

"Why do I feel that Her Majesty the Empress is sad?" The young Taoist priest appeared beside him at some point, staring blankly at the Empress's back.

"As the Empress, second only to the Emperor, what can't you get?" Yan Zixuan chuckled and tapped his forehead. She only removed the formation after the Empress had walked away.

"You can see me, right? You saw all the embarrassing things I did before, didn't you? Did you enjoy watching me amuse myself like a madman?" The male ghost, released, felt no gratitude, but instead glared angrily. In this short time, the male ghost had come to his senses. The young Taoist priest had been making fun of him all along.

Yan Zixuan sighed helplessly, "I only just saw you. Look at my hair, I think I'm probably about to die."

When one is dying, one's yang energy weakens and yin energy increases, which is why one can see ghosts and spirits in the underworld.

The male ghost's arrogance vanished instantly. "Nonsense! You're so young, how could you possibly die? In the future... in the future, please don't use those forbidden techniques again."

The male ghost suddenly remembered the person enveloped in golden light. "Who was that person just now? How could they be completely enveloped in golden light? This is the first time in my life I've ever seen a purple-gold light. Purple represents emperors, gold represents merit, but what does this purple-gold light mean?"

"You might have been seeing things. Don't talk nonsense when you get out of here."

"How could I be seeing things? Anyone can see things, but I could never be. These are my third eyes; that one glance almost blinded me. My eyes still hurt, and you're still saying I'm seeing things?..."

Yan Zixuan turned around and looked at him calmly. "That was the Empress! You could have just said it outright. There are fortune tellers everywhere on Changshan. Although they don't have the Heavenly Eye and can't see the abnormality in the Empress, you do! You can tell them. Tell them the Empress has the bearing of an emperor, put the Empress on the fire, and let the Emperor kill her. Would that satisfy you?"

Yan Zixuan was always gentle, and this was the first time the male ghost had heard him speak so sternly. Looking into his calm eyes, the male ghost seemed not to recognize him and remained silent.

“You’re already dead, can’t you behave yourself? Forty-two is the prime of a fortune teller’s life. Have you ever thought about why you died?” Yan Zixuan rubbed her temples wearily, her gaze falling on the red bucket.

"Bring me a cup."

The young Taoist ignored his mutterings and eagerly picked up the cup from the table.

"You want to drink this stuff of unknown origin?" Despite being reprimanded, the male ghost was still worried about him.

Yan Zixuan didn't reply, but scooped up a cup of spiritual spring water and drank it without hesitation.

It tasted sweet, and I felt no discomfort. Could it be ineffective? Yan Zixuan's fingers itched slightly, and she couldn't help but glance down at it.

The first thing that catches the eye is his hair, which is gradually turning black, followed by the rapidly healing wounds on his fingers. The spiritual spring should contain a large amount of life force; what is the Empress's purpose in doing this?

Yan Zixuan was even more confused.