Transmigrated Little Farm Girl Bringing Great Fortune

April 1st.

The weather is clear and clear.

A convoy of cars slowly drove towards Jiangzhou City.

Despite being somewhat tired from the long and arduous journey, the convoy and its members remained in high spirits.

The mountains in April are colorful, not only lush and green, but also a riot of colors.

The stream babbles, the flowers are fragrant, and the birds sing.

The little girl peeked out from the carriage.

Yawning, eyes still sleepy.

His eyes lit up when he saw a flock of birds in the woods outside the carriage.

Many birds, all different colors and expressions.

Among them, a small, bright red bird chirped loudly, making it quite eye-catching.

It's really beautiful!

"Granny Yan, what kind of bird is that?" the little girl asked the round-faced woman who was hugging her from behind.

"It looks like a sparrow to me, but I've never seen this color before..." Granny Yan replied awkwardly.

"Go, have someone catch that red bird for me," the little girl ordered the guards outside the carriage, pointing at the birds in the woods.

The voice was childish but carried a commanding tone, which sounded rather incongruous.

The guard hesitated for a moment, then rode up to a carriage in front and said respectfully, "Your Highness, the princess wants to catch birds in the forest..."

He actually wanted to ask whether the convoy should stop and accommodate that little brat.

Bringing such a little baby out is quite a hassle.

An impatient voice came from inside the carriage, "What birds are you trying to catch? Are you crazy? You've been catching rabbits and geese all the way here, which has delayed us for days. Tell Granny Yan to keep her in check and stop her from causing trouble."

"Yes, I understand."

The implication was that no matter how much she cried and made a scene, the convoy wouldn't stop.

Sure enough, when the guards returned to report...

The little girl opened her mouth and started howling.

She cried and screamed, "I want the little red bird... all of you go and catch the bird..."

"I want my father... I want my grandmother... Damn it, you all deserve to die..."

Behind her, Granny Yan and her maids coaxed her while handing her rag dolls, and then cakes, pastries, and candied fruits.

"Princess, please calm down... Please be good, Princess..."

"Does the young princess want some peach blossom pastries?"

"Does the little princess want a clay doll?"

"No...no, take them all away, I only want that little red bird..."

The little girl threw them all out of the car window.

The child's cries startled the birds in the woods away.

As the little red bird flew further and further away, the little girl cried even more bitterly.

She didn't understand why her mother insisted on having her come out with her uncle, who clearly didn't like her.

They wouldn't even catch a bird for her.

She wanted to go back to the capital; she missed her father and her grandmother…

Song Siyuan rubbed his forehead and lifted the curtain to peek out. "Fifth Prince, are you really willing to let the little princess cry like this?"

This child is really stubborn. He cried until his voice was hoarse, and he kept crying, which made people uneasy.

King Jing remained calm and composed, closing his eyes and concentrating. He simply said, "Have you ever heard the saying that a doting mother spoils her son, and that indulging a child is like killing him?"

Cry all you want, cry until you're tired and then stop!

He wasn't a heartless person, but his niece was just too spoiled.

The child, not even three years old, almost caused someone's death.

One unpleasant turn of events led to someone pushing the maid into the lake. After all, she was a maid who had taken care of her for a long time!

It is said that you can tell what a person will be like at the age of three.

At such a young age, he already treats human life like dirt. If he grows up to be a violent madman, won't he become a violent madman?

However, her father and grandmother doted on her like the apple of their eye, and they couldn't bear to say a harsh word to her.

She was allowed to act recklessly and lawlessly.

But the little one still wouldn't listen to her older sister's discipline. If her older sister hit her a few more times, the mother and daughter would become estranged again.

A true living ancestor, you can't hit him, you can't scold him, you can't say anything to him...

I don't know what sins my sister committed to deserve such a troublesome child.

Let's see if she can get rid of all her bad habits after leaving her parents and the riches and glory of the capital.

Song Siyuan clicked his tongue. "It's her niece, and she doesn't even care about me. Why should I care?"

The flowers at the Taoist temple not far away are in full bloom...

"Wulang, I think Princess Jiayue might be possessed by an evil spirit. There's a Taoist temple up ahead, why don't we take her there to have a look?"

"Alright, it would be good to find a Taoist priest to take a look." King Jing nodded.

She cried nonstop the whole way; could she really be possessed?

Inside Qingyun Temple.

An old Taoist priest with a white beard was dozing off, leaning back in his chair.

Suddenly someone tugged at my beard, and I was jolted awake.

As soon as I open my eyes.

Then she saw a young girl in brocade clothes looking at her with a pout and tears in her eyes.

King Jing quickly pulled her back and apologized to the white-bearded Taoist priest, "Taoist priest, I am truly sorry. My son was naughty and did not mean to offend you. Please forgive him!"

This kid is just unbelievable!

This Taoist priest is of extremely high seniority and is renowned far and wide for his mastery of account books and divination. Who would dare to act presumptuously in front of him?

"It's alright!" The old Taoist stroked his white beard, his eyes kind. "What brings you here to see me?"

King Jing was at a loss for words; he couldn't very well say that the child was spoiled, willful, and cruel.

These words seem somewhat inappropriate to describe a child who is not even three years old.

He bowed to the Three Pure Ones and then bowed to the old Taoist priest.

"My child cries all day long and is extremely unruly. I wonder if he has been afflicted by some evil spirit. Please, Taoist priest, help me take a look!"

Confucius said, "The Master did not speak of strange phenomena, physical prowess, disorder, or spirits."

But he preferred to believe that his niece's behavior was not due to her nature, but rather the work of ghosts and spirits.

The old Taoist priest avoided the ceremony and did not accept King Jing's courtesy.

He squinted at the little baby in front of him and looked at her birth date and time.

He simply uttered a few words.

"There's nothing evil about him, it's just that this child is unlucky... He needs to accumulate more good deeds..."

He originally wanted to say that she had a short life, but then he thought it was too cruel.

As they were leaving, he couldn't help but say again, "If this child could enter a temple to cultivate, or spend his days with the ancient Buddha and the dim lamp, he might be able to live a peaceful and prosperous life!"

King Jing was taken aback.

Should Cao Jiayue be allowed to become a nun?

The Cao family would be devastated, and the elder sister would surely be heartbroken.

However, he believed the old Taoist priest's words that the child was unlucky.

If this child continues with this temperament, it would be strange if he were to have great virtue and fortune.

Everything in this world has a cause and effect, and this will not change because of one's status or wealth. He only understood this after experiencing things that ordinary people could not endure.

"Wulang, what nonsense is this old Taoist priest spouting? He actually wants the young princess to become a nun!" Song Siyuan thought the old Taoist priest was a bit unreliable and muttered a few words under his breath.

"Perhaps, it's not so bad!"