Chapter 238: Ah Bao Brings Fortune

Years ago, he had calculated the fate of the Tiansheng Dynasty. The turning point began with the birth of the little princess.

As for how the dynasty would end, he had not calculated that.

He had also thought about reading the Boss’s fortune, but the last time he tried in front of the Emperor, he was struck by lightning.

From then on, he knew he wasn’t qualified to peer into the Boss’s destiny.

Ah Bao was most curious about deities.

She had passed by the divine temple many times and tried to persuade several great deities to become national gods but had never succeeded, which made her feel deeply frustrated.

Her father was always anxious about the national deity issue. Despite her young age, she understood it well.

If she could capture a deity to serve as the national god for the Tiansheng Dynasty…

Heh, then her father wouldn’t have to worry anymore.

“Taoist Baiyun, why doesn’t our Tiansheng Dynasty have a national deity? The other six kingdoms have one.”

Taoist Baiyun sighed, “This concerns royal secrets. I’m afraid I can’t say.”

[Why are you panting and hesitating? Just speak, speak!] Ah Bao was anxious.

Taoist Baiyun patted Ah Bao’s little head and comforted her, “The Boss should ask His Majesty when you return to the palace.”

He was afraid of being struck by lightning for saying something he shouldn’t.

“Little Sister Ah Bao?” Luo Zifeng slowly woke up, his head still hurting a bit but much better than before. Seeing Ah Bao, he quickly sat up, “Taoist Baiyun is here too?”

“Brother Luo, are you feeling better? Does your eye still hurt?”

Luo Zifeng shook his head, “Much better now.”

“Do you still remember everything from the dream?”

Luo Zifeng thought for a moment, “Yes.”

[Luo Brother’s will is extremely strong. Even though he was tortured in the dream, he still shows no fear, which is commendable courage for a young man.]

Luo Zifeng, who heard this thought: …

He had long been accustomed to nightmares. Although he wasn’t afraid of them, he was worried about harming his family.

“This pair of eyes is something Luo Uncle was born with. You must protect them well,” Ah Bao said with a smile.

Yun Ci and Lord Luo rushed over upon hearing the commotion. Yun Ci, tearful, hugged Luo Zifeng, “Feng’er, how are you?”

Seeing Luo Zifeng’s smiling and relaxed expression, her tears finally stopped.

Luo Zifeng nodded at Yun Ci, “Mother, don’t worry. My eyes are fine now, and my head doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Yun Ci cried loudly, then hugged Ah Bao, “Woo woo woo, Ah Bao, Ah Bao.”

Her precious child, it felt like no matter how much she loved and cared for her, it would never be enough.

Lord Luo and Luo Zifeng were dumbfounded.

“You don’t understand, I do. My Ah Bao is the best in the world.” She was saved by Ah Bao’s blessings.

Luo Zifeng’s eyes were protected by Ah Bao.

Yun Hui’s nephew had been paralyzed for over a decade, and it was Ah Bao who healed him.

They didn’t realize how much luck Ah Bao had secretly brought to the Luo family.

Ah Bao giggled and kissed Yun Ci’s cheek, “Aunt Yun deserves it.”

“Uh.” Di Zian woke up, stood up from the chair, feeling inexplicably light, as if he had bathed, cleansed of all impurities, and been reborn.

[Seventh Brother probably doesn’t know that his bad luck has temporarily shifted to the red-clothed evil spirit.]

Di Zian was deeply disturbed.

Huh?

He’s no longer plagued by bad luck?

“Seventh Brother.”

Di Zian quickly moved closer to Ah Bao. “Sister, is everything taken care of?”

Ah Bao smiled mischievously. “Yes, Seventh Brother, give me your hand.”

Di Zian extended his hand.

Ah Bao drew a small circle in his palm. [Seventh Brother’s bad luck has left, and his body’s fortune is now blank. Let’s touch his little hand to bring him good fortune! Sending you luck!]

Good fortune…

Di Zian was on the verge of tears from emotion.

His sister always spoke with a divine touch, her words seemed to be blessed.

Hahaha, he was finally turning over a new leaf! From now on, no more bad luck, right?

“Little Sister, I remember now, I have something else to do. I need to go,” Luo Zifeng said. Now that he was better, he had to go find his beloved.

He wanted to seize this moment of good fortune to pursue his sweetheart.

Ah Bao watched Di Zian’s retreating figure and blinked. [Oh, I forgot to tell Seventh Brother that his bad luck will return in a few days.]

[Never mind, let Seventh Brother enjoy a few good days first.]

[Oops! I made a mistake. It should have been good pregnancy luck, not good fortune!]

Luo Zifeng and Taoist Baiyun were both shocked.

Ah Bao had brought fortune to Di Zian, but mistakenly, it turned into pregnancy luck?

So, what kind of days would Di Zian face next?

They could almost predict that in the coming days, Di Zian would likely face… well, kiddo, you’ll have to fend for yourself.

Having been up all night, Ah Bao was clearly a bit tired.

Taoist Baiyun took Ah Bao and said, “Madam Luo, I’ll take the little princess back to the palace.”

Yun Ci and Lord Luo expressed their thanks.

Luo Zifeng’s thoughts were elsewhere. Though he was better now, he was still puzzled about the dream. Who was the “she” that the man in the nightmare referred to?

He felt that things were not simple.

…

Late at night, in the palace.

The two-headed dragon and Leng Qingliu, one beast and one person, were huddled in a corner of the palace wall, having nowhere else to go.

Suddenly, the two-headed dragon stared toward the palace with a whimper.

It had no teeth now and its eyes were bruised, but it still had a slit to see through. It directed Leng Qingliu with whimpers.

Leng Qingliu, being clever, asked, “Lord National Beast, what did you see that has you so agitated?”

The two-headed dragon stretched its neck and pointed toward the palace.

Leng Qingliu glanced and felt a red mist rushing past his head.

“An evil spirit! An evil spirit combined with bad luck has actually entered the palace. How is that possible?”

The palace always had imperial energy suppressing it. Unless it was a great evil spirit, it was difficult to approach.

Moreover, the evil spirit just now had a truly complex aura—Baihua mists—seemingly… not a pure evil spirit, but one with both bad luck and pure divine aura.

“The Tiansheng Dynasty has no national deity. Besides the divine dragon showing its power, are there other deities in the palace?” Leng Qingliu wondered. “It seems someone in the palace is keeping an evil spirit. This palace is not peaceful.”

Leng Qingliu sighed, looking up at the sparse stars.

He was barely managing his own affairs and had no time to deal with the Tiansheng Dynasty’s issues. His most pressing task was to find the Crown Prince of the Feng Empire.

The red mist drifted straight into the Peaceful Palace.

Inside, Concubine Hui was lying on the couch when she suddenly woke up. She looked toward the window and was horrified to see a small wooden carving on the table emitting a red glow.

“What on earth is this?” Concubine Hui was startled and quickly covered the wooden carving with a blanket.

This was a faceless wooden carving given to her by Di Hongluan.