Chapter 112: The Female Lead’s Golden Finger

If she hadn’t worried about being burned alive as a monster, she wouldn’t have hidden her abilities.

At that time, five-year-old Lan Yixuan was following an old woman to the clinic.

Lan Yixuan was born with the fortune of a koi fish. According to her fate, she would begin to prosper after turning five.

To gain control over Lan Jinjing as an ally, she secretly swapped the fortunes of the two.

Lan Jinjing’s ill-fated destiny was exchanged with Lan Yixuan’s koi fortune.

At that time, she didn’t know that Lan Yixuan was the true daughter of the Right Prime Minister’s House, who had been lost in the countryside.

She thought she was just an ordinary little girl.

After all, when she read this novel, she only read halfway through, and she couldn’t remember the insignificant side characters.

According to the plot development, once Lan Jinjing returned to the Prime Minister’s residence, her reputation grew day by day.

But no one knew that she was merely the ‘mastermind’ behind Lan Jinjing.

The bigger Lan Jinjing’s reputation, the more beneficial it was for her future grand plans.

But unexpectedly, Lan Jinjing suddenly died today.

She was utterly bewildered!

This… this isn’t how the plot was supposed to unfold.

Why does it feel like the plot has collapsed?

Where did it go wrong?

“It’s bloody and inauspicious, Luan’er, let’s hurry and leave.” The Princess of Han, deeply caring for Di Hongluan, couldn’t bear to let her daughter be tainted by such ominous matters.

The Princess of Han tried to pull Di Hongluan away.

Di Hongluan remained unmoved.

She was staring at a mass of red mist hovering over the gruesomely disfigured corpse.

It was malevolent energy!

If someone dies and vibrant red appears, it indicates that the person might turn into a vengeful spirit.

Vengeful spirits are extremely dangerous.

A flash of insight passed through Di Hongluan’s eyes.

When Lan Jinjing was alive, she was of use to her.

Now that she’s dead, she certainly wouldn’t let her go to waste.

Di Hongluan entered her sea of consciousness and opened the mall.

No one knew that she had transmigrated into this book with a golden finger— a system.

The system would periodically give her tasks.

As long as she completed the tasks given by the system and earned points, she could exchange them for items in the mall.

Completing tasks would reward her with points.

Failing tasks would result in punishment.

She had lived in this otherworld for ten years.

She had painstakingly saved up one hundred points.

She had completed both small and large tasks.

She had never failed!

Among them, the tasks related to villains offered the most points.

Villains all deserved to die!

Every time she took down a villain, she would earn several dozen points.

There was no other way.

In the 21st century, she had been a Ph.D. in medicine, skilled in both medical treatment and toxicology.

After coming to this world, with the system’s blessing and the myriad of items in the mall, she had encountered many mysterious things over the years.

With all the talismans and symbols, she was now not only a divine doctor but also a master of the occult.

The reason she could change Lan Jinjing’s fate the moment she transmigrated was because the system’s welcome gift included a ‘Fate-Changing Talisman.’

See, she was indeed the favored daughter of heaven; her luck was simply defying the heavens!

“Exchange for a Requiem Talisman.”

She couldn’t draw talismans herself, but she could exchange her points for them.

Her golden finger was pretty slick!

This mall had everything. Any random item could astonish the people of this era and make them worship her as a deity.

As long as she followed the plot and completed the tasks, she would eventually become the most powerful person on this continent!

After all, that’s how novels work.

No one could rival the protagonist’s halo.

Di Hongluan secretly used a soul-capturing pouch to collect the three souls and seven spirits that were about to dissipate from Lan Jinjing’s corpse, tying it to her waist.

“Behave, and I’ll help you transcend. Otherwise, you’ll end up with your soul shattered.”

The captured soul seemed to understand Di Hongluan’s words, and instead of causing trouble inside the pouch, it became very quiet.

The Princess of Han brought Di Hongluan back to Han Mansion.

She noticed that at some point, a yellow talisman paper had appeared in Di Hongluan’s hand.

The Princess of Han was already used to it.

After all, over the past ten years, her precious daughter would occasionally have all sorts of bizarre items appear in her hands.

It almost made her think that her daughter had a hidden treasure space with her.

As soon as Di Hongluan stepped into her room, the plot system issued her a new task.

“Please assist His Majesty, the Emperor of the Heavenly Saints, in resolving a major issue by raising a donation of 10,000 taels of silver from corrupt officials.”

Di Hongluan: “…”

Well, this protagonist halo is really shining.

Just after spending her points, a task had arrived.

With her status as a princess, wouldn’t she be able to handle a few corrupt officials?

After all, she had read the novel!

“Mother, I heard that the court is facing difficulties recently, and the national treasury is empty, making Uncle Emperor quite worried, right?”

The Princess of Han sighed, “Yes, that’s true. But why are you asking about this, Luan’er?”

Di Hongluan chuckled, “Mother, I can help Uncle Emperor. If I can raise some silver for him, it would make him very happy, wouldn’t it? And it would also benefit our Han Mansion.”

“That’s true, but Luan’er, raising donations isn’t easy.”

“Don’t worry, Mother. There’s no task that can’t be done if one is determined. Just leave it to me.”

Her chance to make a grand entrance had come!

The Princess of Han happily embraced Di Hongluan, kissing her on the forehead, “You really are Mother’s good daughter, our little lucky star.”

With Luan’er, the little lucky star, Han Mansion’s rise was just around the corner.

The first place Di Hongluan chose for her donation drive was the Great Uncle’s residence.

That Minister had plenty of money.

“Mother, prepare a fertility charm.”

The Princess of Han asked, “Why do we need that?”

“Mother, you don’t know this, but the Great Uncle’s residence only has Zhao Huan as their only heir. They worry about him getting married all the time. A fertility charm is auspicious, and they’ll love it.”

Back when she read the novel, for some reason, Zhao Huan never got married, not even until he died.

The novel didn’t mention why either.

Maybe she forgot.

Concubine Xin was crying and driving Zhao Huan out of the house.

Why?

Out of anger.

Frustrated that he didn’t live up to her expectations!

Meanwhile, the Great Uncle was sweet-talking Concubine Xin, “Let’s have another child. Whether it’s a boy or a girl, as long as it’s your precious baby, they will be the treasure of our Great Uncle’s residence. Forget about Huan’er; he only makes you angry.”

The butler came to report that the little princess of Han Mansion was at the gate of the Great Uncle’s residence for a visit.

The Great Uncle froze for a moment, the warmth on his old face instantly fading. “The daughter of Prince Han, Princess Hongluan?”

“Yes, Master.”

When Di Hongluan entered, only Concubine Xin and the Great Uncle were present in the hall.

Di Hongluan, despite her young age, exuded an extraordinary aura of nobility, dressed in the finest silks and satins, looking exceptionally radiant.

The Great Uncle’s face immediately darkened upon seeing her. The emperor was troubled over the empty state of the national treasury, and even the harem had begun cutting back on expenses. Yet, this little princess was still adorned in gold and silver.

Having just donated a hefty sum of 100,000 taels, the Great Uncle was already in a foul mood. Seeing Di Hongluan only made his temper worse.

“Great Uncle, I’ve come to present you with a gift. And also… to solicit donations, to help alleviate the worries of the Holy Emperor.”

Hearing the word “donation,” the Great Uncle nearly spat blood!