Ruthless Host and Her Little Darling Quick Transmigration

My sister is gone!

He and Qinghong were left behind.

Duan Jiufeng once again fell into boundless loneliness. He worked desperately during the day and couldn't sleep at night. Sometimes he would hold Qinghong and silently shed tears.

Qinghong was a free spirit, and after Duan Jiufeng cried so many times, she stopped wanting to be near him and would often go to the border to find Du Weijian.

Du Weijian's personality became increasingly lively, especially in front of Qinghong. He showered her with flattery like it was free, and most of the time she seemed quite pleased. The only downside was that he frequently made her write, and Du Weijian seemed to think she was unaware of his little schemes.

Ordinary people, don't overestimate yourselves!

The calligraphy of the Divine Sword is not something anyone can obtain; be content with having just one!

General Li was finally able to return from the border, but the couple had not seen each other for a long time, and it was inevitable that they would become estranged.

General Li bought all sorts of trinkets, hoping to please his wife. Later, their relationship improved, but they could never find the intimacy they once had. General Li didn't force it; he had children, and the world was at peace; he was content.

Three years later, Li Yunxiao achieved the highest rank in the imperial examination and later married Zhang Wanwan, the daughter of his mentor. As for why he married her? Perhaps it was because her features resembled someone else's?

Aside from some hardship in his youth, he met a benefactor who propelled him to great heights, and he never suffered any more hardship in his life.

His parents, the people he once relied on and cherished deeply, never came to see him once. In the dead of night, he had wondered if their consciences had bothered them, and they were too ashamed to face him. Perhaps they had never truly looked at him, and didn't even know that Li Yunxiao, the top scorer in the imperial examination, was their former son.

Thinking of Yan Zixuan, who had told his fortune back then, he felt a surge of hatred. She had almost tricked him out of his jade pendant with just a few words, and what's worse, she had spouted nonsense and speculated about his life, almost making him actually fall for it.

The more I thought about it, the more something seemed off, but I didn't have time to confront him.

He was busy studying, busy reading, busy traveling, but he had no time to waste on these trivial matters.

Having finally seized this life-changing opportunity, he was determined not to allow any mistakes to occur.

When I saw Master Yan again, he still had that otherworldly air about him, untouched by worldly dust. But the moment I saw him, he started spouting nonsense, completely shattering my moral compass.

That's so damaging to my image!

Heaven is so unfair, giving such a person a handsome appearance. This laid the foundation for his path of deception and fraud.

However, Li Yunxiao could not do anything to him. Yan Zixuan now held an extraordinary position as the National Preceptor of the Holy Kingdom, and was revered by everyone.

Now he not only likes to talk nonsense, but he also talks to thin air from time to time. He's obviously not mentally sound.

Forget it, considering he's a patient, I'd better not bother with him.

According to others, there was a person next to Yan Zixuan, or more precisely, a ghost. No one dared to speak freely because the ghost beside him was his father. His becoming a fortune teller was influenced by his father.

What a wonderful father! Even in death, he stayed by his son's side, never abandoning him. His own parents were still alive, yet they caused him so much suffering; just thinking about them is heartbreaking.

Yan Zixuan is actually an extremely refined person, unlike a swindler or fortune teller, but more like a scholar.

The Emperor is good at recognizing and utilizing talent; this person must have some ability. However, his true nature remains to be seen.

After several encounters, Li Yunxiao discovered that Yan Zixuan had used the money she received to build an orphanage specifically to take in homeless orphans. It was said that the orphanage's signboard was personally bestowed by the Emperor.

Over the years, Yan Zixuan's reputation has grown, and the number of people who want him to read their fortunes and tell their divinations has been lining up from the beginning to the end of the year.

Li Yunxiao looked at him as if he were a fool, watching high-ranking officials in the court carrying tens of thousands of taels of gold, bowing and scraping as they presented money to the Grand Preceptor.

He's already numb! Really.

The Grand Preceptor's tricks are always so ingenious, making the victims willingly, gratefully, and deeply ashamed. They wish they could empty their pockets to make up for what the Grand Preceptor has never lacked.

As the Grand Preceptor's pockets grew ever fuller, the Holy Kingdom opened one orphanage after another, cultivating a group of loyal talents for the country every year.

Under the guise of supervision, the two inexplicably became friends over time.

Li Yunxiao always teased him, saying that he lost half of his lifespan every year, yet he didn't show any signs of aging. The elixir concocted by the Imperial Preceptor was truly effective.

Yan Zixuan was much more direct, sighing repeatedly as she recounted how difficult Li Yunxiao's childhood was. He had to work, be beaten, and had parents who didn't love him. It was so bitter, so incredibly bitter; even bitter herbs couldn't compare to his suffering.

At first, Li Yunxiao would get angry and embarrassed when his sore spots were touched, but after a while, he got used to it. If he didn't seek out the Grand Preceptor to poke at his wounds every now and then, he felt uncomfortable all over. It was as if something was missing, and life had lost all its joy.

This led Li Yunxiao's wife to suspect that her husband was tired of being alone and was keeping a beautiful mistress outside.

As the daughter of a high-ranking official, Zhang Wanwan was not only well-read but also exceptionally talented and shrewd.

When Li Yunxiao went out again, Zhang Wanwan sent people to follow him. After following him several times, the people she sent all said that Lord Li had entered the Imperial Preceptor's residence.

Zhang Wanwan started letting her imagination run wild again, eventually even conjuring up thoughts of homosexuality. After all, she was tempted by the Imperial Advisor's face.

When Li Yunxiao returned, the family rules were brought out. He glanced at his wife sitting alone in the hall, then at the empty courtyard. Li Yunxiao's smile vanished, and he cautiously entered the house, sitting down in a chair with an air of self-righteousness.

He hasn't done anything wrong, so who is he afraid of?

"Madam, what's going on? Why are you even bringing up family discipline?" His buttocks were firm, but his mouth wouldn't listen.

"Tell me, why do you always go to the Imperial Preceptor's residence?" Madam Li wiped the family discipline cloth with a silk handkerchief, her face full of authority.

In an instant, Li Yunxiao's thoughts raced through his mind. "My dear wife, my life is so miserable! As you know, the Imperial Advisor is quite skilled in divination, and every time we meet, he brings up my childhood sore spots. From now on, you will come with me and make this old bachelor furious."

Madam Li's lips twitched. This was completely different from what she had imagined. Was this guy trying to fool her? Looking into Li Yunxiao's eyes, which were sincere beyond words, Madam Li chose to accompany him to the Imperial Preceptor's residence.

I don't know if I don't see it, I'm startled when I see it.

These are hardly the trusted ministers the emperor relies on; they're clearly two inexperienced chickens. They peck at each other, and yet they're arguing endlessly.

From then on, Mrs. Li refused to go again; it was too disillusioning. She'd rather stay home and read more books!

If Qi Yunzi's life was characterized by liveliness, then Duan Jiufeng's life was characterized by repression, dullness, and fast pace.

Even if a smile occasionally appeared on his lips, he would quickly wipe it away. Especially in front of Qinghong, he seemed to have lost all hope, as if the sky had fallen.

Whenever Duan Jiufeng gets close, Qinghong will immediately fly away, afraid that he will cry in front of everyone.

Too shameful!

Watching Qinghong escape, Duan Jiufeng lowered his head dejectedly, only managing a faint smile when he entered the main hall.

Having traversed so many worlds, each time he has managed to grab onto the tail of fate; he doesn't know how much longer he can hold on.

His sister was becoming more and more mysterious; even the Heavenly Dao had to give way. However, their distance was growing ever closer. Thinking of that farewell kiss, Duan Jiufeng gently clenched his fist.

Sister, you can't escape! I've woven a big net for you; you'll eventually be mine!