How to become a Taoist priest starting from a brothel

This is a spring garden, where hundreds of flowers bloom in vibrant colors, each vying for attention. Exquisite mountains and lakes are miniature within this small garden. A small figure hides among the flowers and grass, while hurried footsteps grow closer in the distance.

"Little Princess? Little Princess?" A pretty maid in a brocade pomegranate dress led a group of people into the garden in a hurry. They scattered and carefully searched the flowers and plants for the missing Little Princess.

The girl heard the noise, woke up from her daze, looked around, glanced at the maid, and seemed confused.

When the pretty maid saw her, tears welled up in her eyes. Ignoring the trampled flowers and plants, she rushed over and hugged the child, saying, "Little princess, you frightened me so much! The princess has come to see you today. Shall we go see her?"

The girl, addressed as the little princess, remained blankly unresponsive. The maid gently wiped the pollen from her face with a handkerchief, then picked a few fallen petals from her hair before continuing, "Princess, were you happy today? Remember to tell me next time you want to go out, and I'll accompany you, okay? Don't frighten Chunlan."

The maid named Chunlan gently covered the young princess's ears and called out to the crowd who had already heard the commotion in the distance: "Alright, we've found the princess."

Chunlan held the princess in her arms, talking to her as she carried her out of the garden until they met the princess.

The beautiful and gentle princess looked at her youngest daughter with a look of pity in her eyes. She hugged her daughter and gently kissed her before whispering, "Rongrong, are you happy today? Are you happy to see your mother?"

The girl stared at her blankly. Just when the princess thought the girl was still the same as before, the girl suddenly blurted out: "Beauty is justice."

"Hmm?" The princess looked at her daughter with a puzzled expression, as if waiting for her to say a few more words.

But the girl's eyes met a pair of extremely sinister eyes...

"Ah!" Liu Yin woke up with a start, and Mei Wu, who was guarding her, jumped up immediately. "Miss? What's wrong, Miss?"

It took Liu Yin a moment to realize that she had woken up in her own room. She touched the sweat on her forehead and quickly reassured Mei Wu, "It's okay, it's okay, I just had a nightmare."

She took a deep breath, and the image of those extremely vicious and ruthless eyes flashed through her mind again, causing her to tremble involuntarily. It wasn't until Mei Wu, looking worried, brought her a glass of water that she drank that she completely calmed down.

"It's alright, it's not dawn yet, go back to sleep." After persuading Mei Wu to leave, Liu Yin lay in bed recalling everything from her dream.

What she remembered most, besides the pair of vicious eyes that looked familiar but she couldn't quite place, was the sentence spoken by the original owner in the dream. It was a sentence that Princess Anning didn't understand, but she was very familiar with, a sentence that had been popular on the internet for a long time in her previous life: "Beauty is justice."

"Who...am I...?" She stared at the bed curtains, a sense of dread creeping into her heart. How could the original owner, a person of this era, speak modern internet slang? If the original owner was also a transmigrator, was she truly dead? Would she, like the original owner, also one day suddenly disappear? Or perhaps, were the original owner and herself even the same person...?

The more Liu Yin thought about it, the more she felt that the original owner's background was a mystery. Whether it was the Shengyuan Trading Company mentioned by Yuan Mingyou, or Yuan Mingyou himself, or the Qingyin Hall that was once looking for her, she didn't understand why, even if she was the little princess of the Anning Prince's Mansion back then, these people would go to great lengths to find her. Even if they were loyal ministers, why did they only come looking for her in the last year or two after so many years?

Thoughts piled up in her mind, and she felt that everything was like a tangled mess, with no clue whatsoever. With a deep sigh, Liu Yin buried herself in the soft autumn quilt, wishing she could suffocate herself so that she wouldn't have to face all this chaos.

While Cui Shizi was suffering from a terrible headache, things were not so peaceful at the Prince Anle's residence. He was sleeping soundly when a knock on the door startled him awake. He sat up impatiently and waited for the servants to light the candles before he said impatiently, "Get in here and answer me."

The one knocking on the door was Steward Zhao. He jogged up to Prince Cui with a serious expression and said, "Master, that man is dead."

After thinking for a long time, Prince Cui realized that Steward Zhao was referring to the coachman from yesterday. He rubbed his forehead impatiently and asked, "Did he confess?"

Butler Zhao shook his head: "No, he still won't admit it."

"Then take him out and throw him away." Prince Cui showed no remorse or shame for possibly being wrong and causing the death of an innocent person. He just rubbed his head in disgust and scolded Steward Zhao, "You woke me up over such a small matter."

Steward Zhao immediately knelt on the ground to show his loyalty: "Master, please forgive me. We just received a message from Nanshan saying that someone has broken in."

Upon hearing this, the already impatient Prince Cui immediately perked up. He looked at Steward Zhao with anger and demanded, "Where is he?"

"They...they ran away..." Butler Zhao said, his voice trembling slightly.

"Get out! You idiot!" Prince Cui kicked him in anger, sending Steward Zhao tumbling backward. He immediately knelt down and begged for mercy.

Prince Cui frowned as he watched him kowtow for a long time before waving his hand and saying, "Alright." After waking the man up, he rubbed the teacup in his hand, thought for a while, and then revealed a sinister smile. "It's nothing more than avoiding those few families, so there's no need to worry. Once they're dead, no one will care about this side anymore."

Seeing that the other party no longer seemed to blame him, Steward Zhao quickly approached with a hint of obsequiousness: "Then this old servant must offer my early congratulations to Your Highness..."

Prince Cui raised an eyebrow and squinted at the half-smile on Zhao's face until Zhao felt a chill run down his spine. Then he burst into laughter: "Not bad, not bad. Now we'll see how things go in the capital."

“Sir, do you really think that person in the capital can be so ruthless? After all, we’ve been so grateful to him for helping us protect the frontier all these years.” Steward Zhao immediately stepped forward, using a question as a pretext to further express his loyalty.

"Back then, that man killed his two sisters and his son for this position. Do you really think he could hold onto his position with peace of mind while being left to guard the frontier? Now that the person he trained is capable of taking on important responsibilities, he naturally wants to remove this thorn in his side. Just you wait and see, it won't last more than a year." Prince Cui smiled mockingly at the night sky, as if he were mocking the foolishness and loyalty of a young general who had looked down on him from afar.

Butler Zhao listened to this rambling conversation without showing any doubt. After all, he knew his master well; one could express loyalty or foolishness, but one should not speak out of turn...