Fake Tongtong's body froze instantly, unable to move.

A flicker of fear crossed her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure, trying to conceal her unease.

Yan Ning led Zhen Tongtong over, and Zhen Tongtong stood behind Yan Ning in fear, tightly clutching the hem of her clothes.

Yan Ning crouched down and gently comforted her, "Don't be afraid, your sister is here."

Then she stood up, looked directly at the fake Tongtong, and said coldly:

"You're not the real Tongtong, so why are you hogging her body and refusing to leave!"

Fake Tongtong paused, a flicker of panic crossing her eyes, and loudly protested:

"I don't know what you're talking about. I am Tongtong! What makes you think I'm not?!"

Yan Ning sneered, her tone tinged with disdain:

"Your real identity is a seventy-year-old woman. You must be tired of pretending to be a little girl these past few days. Quickly give Tongtong's body back to her!"

Fake Tongtong's face turned pale instantly, but she forced herself to remain calm and said:

"You're lying! I am Tongtong, don't try to fool me!"

Yan Ning didn't waste any more words with her. She took out a bell from her bosom, which was covered with runes.

She gently shook the bell, and its clear sound echoed in the air.

Fake Tongtong's face instantly contorted in pain. She clutched her head in agony, and her body began to tremble violently.

Her voice became hoarse and aged, "What exactly do you want!"

Yan Ning ignored her shouts and continued to shake the bell.

As the ringing intensified, the pain of the fake Tongtong became increasingly apparent.

Her body began to emit a faint black aura, which was her true form as a wandering spirit.

Yan Ning took out a soul-driving talisman from his pocket, chanted a spell, and stuck the talisman on the fake Tongtong's forehead.

The talisman instantly emitted a dazzling light, enveloping the fake Tongtong's body.

As the light flashed, the fake Tongtong's soul was extracted, and her body began to become illusory.

At the same time, Yan Ning took out a soul-soothing talisman from his pocket and gently placed it on Zhen Tongtong's forehead.

The talisman emitted a soft light, gently guiding Zhen Tongtong's soul back into her body.

After the old woman's soul was completely extracted, her body instantly became hollow, as if it had lost its support.

Tongtong opened her eyes, her gaze filled with confusion.

She looked at Yan Ning, then at the old woman standing to the side, and asked in a low voice, "Big sister, what's going on?"

Yan Ning gently patted her shoulder and said softly:

"Don't be afraid, you're safe now. That's not the real Tongtong; she's just a wandering soul that was accidentally summoned into your body by a Taoist priest."

"Now that she's been driven away, you'll never be bothered by her again."

Tongtong nodded, a hint of gratitude flashing in her eyes: "Thank you, sister."

Yan Ning stood up and said to the old woman:

“You have been expelled from Tongtong’s body. Now it’s time for you to go where you belong.”

She rang the bell again, which emitted beams of light that guided the old woman's soul to a distant place.

After the old woman left, Yan Ning took Tongtong's hand and walked back to the stall.

The proprietress was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, looking around anxiously while constantly calling out Tongtong's name.

Yan Ning, holding Tongtong's hand, walked over from the other side of the alley.

Yan Ning said gently, "Tongtong is here. She just came to play with me."

Hearing the noise, the proprietress quickly turned around and saw Tongtong being led safely by Yan Ning. She immediately breathed a sigh of relief and smiled with satisfaction.

"Tongtong, you run around everywhere without telling your mother."

Hearing her mother's voice, Tongtong ran over crying and threw herself into the shop owner's arms, her little hands tightly hugging the shop owner's waist.

"Mommy, I miss you so much! Waaaaah!"

The proprietress gently patted Tongtong's back while comforting her:

"Don't cry, don't cry, Mommy's here."

She looked up at Yan Ning, a hint of surprise in her eyes, "This child says he misses me so much after just a short time apart, really."

Yan Ning smiled slightly, her eyes revealing a calm and composed demeanor.

"Tongtong is a lucky child, she will be successful when she grows up."

She paused for a moment, then said, "You guys chat, I'm going back now."

After saying that, she turned and left the stall.

The proprietress smiled and said to Yan Ning, "Thank you for bringing Tongtong back! Come back for fried chicken again sometime!"

Yan Ning returned to the Su family home, and Jiang Lan immediately greeted her, asking anxiously:

"Yan Ning, why are you so late? There's a banquet tonight, and you and Mu Yao have been invited. Mu Yao is already changing her clothes, so you should hurry up and get ready too!"

Yan Ning was taken aback. What was this banquet all about?

Is this what high society is like?

She was pushed into the room by Jiang Lan, and looked at the brightly colored clothes in the closet with a dilemma.

After thinking for a moment, Yan Ning took out the most elegant light blue cheongsam and changed into it.

The light blue cheongsam was quite fitted, which made her look tall and slender.

She styled her hair in a low bun, tucked a jade hairpin into her hair, and walked out of the room.

She ran into the elegantly dressed Su Muyao.

Su Muyao wore a strapless pink dress designed by a well-known Parisian designer.

She wore a Bulgari necklace that shone brightly under the lights.

The moment Su Muyao saw Yan Ning, a hint of disdain flashed in her eyes. She snorted and said in an unfriendly tone:

"Cousin, today is your first time meeting other nobles. There are many rules in this circle, so please don't be too nervous."

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