In Yihe Palace, Abao looked at the bare skewer in front of him. The roasted chicken on it had already been eaten. Abao licked the corner of his mouth with satisfaction.

The little girl was sitting on the wooden horse when she suddenly saw a golden light falling on a palace not far away, circling there for a long time.

【Breath of God】

[That palace seems to be Aunt Chun’s palace]

[If this was golden light, it would be a real god, but this golden light with blood red, it means the Lord of Destiny has descended to earth.]

[What is the Lord of Destiny doing at this time?]

"Woo woo woo."

A Bao was hesitating when he saw Zhilan running out of the hall sobbing softly.

Later, Concubine De's eyes also turned red and she wiped her tears.

"Take good care of the little princess. I'm going to go check on Jing'er."

"Ryokin, what happened?"

【Why are you all crying?】

Po had a bad feeling in his heart.

De Fei had obviously cried for a while, "Rong Jing is sick, I'm afraid he won't survive tonight."

Po was stunned, "Brother Jiu, how could he?"

[Didn’t Di Rongjing just come back from playing with me in Turkey for two days? He was still full of energy yesterday.]

"Last night, Rong Jing had a high fever that didn't go away until this evening. It's been a whole day and night, and his lips are all burned and cracked. No matter how the imperial physician treated him, he just wouldn't wake up. The imperial physician said..." Defei wiped her tears and was already sobbing uncontrollably.

"Rong Jing, Rong Jing is only seven years old! He has never spoken a word since he was a child. Now he is in pain and cannot speak. Even if he is dying, he cannot call Concubine Chun 'mother'." Concubine De has watched Rong Jing grow up since he was a child. If the child was not unable to speak, he would definitely be a good seedling.

"Rong Jing's life is miserable."

[In the original story, Rong Jing died before he was ten years old. Concubine Chun had only this one child. After Brother Jing died, Concubine Chun also went crazy. No wonder the God of Destiny came. It turned out that he wanted to restore order and take Brother Jing's life, right?]

Defei was shocked.

So, Rong Jing will really die tonight?

She was so frightened that her legs and feet went limp. Poor child...

A Bao threw away the wooden stick in his hand and grabbed De Fei's robe, "My dear, I want to go see Brother Jiu too. Take me with you. I promise to be a good boy."

De Fei was shocked, thinking of A Bao's specialness...

Maybe, this child can really save Rong Jing's life.

"Well, mother will take you there."

When we arrived at Shuihua Palace, we heard the palace maids shouting from afar, "Quick! Concubine Chun has fainted."

Upon hearing this, Concubine De quickened her pace and brought Abao into the palace. The imperial physician had already given Concubine Chun an acupuncture injection.

Concubine Chun woke up and saw Abao. She hugged Abao and burst into tears, "What should I do? My Jing'er is about to die. What should I do? I haven't even heard Jing'er call me mother. I can't accept this! Why is my Jing'er so miserable? He has always been kind and has never stepped on an ant to death. Why did the heaven take his life so early? Woo woo woo, Abao, someone come to save my child..."

It was the first time that Abao saw the lively and cheerful Concubine Chun cry like this.

For a moment, the little girl also felt sad, "Aunt Chun, don't cry, Brother Jing will be fine."

The little girl's voice was soft and tender, and Concubine Chun really listened to it. She kept crying, "Little Abao is used to comforting people."

"I'm not trying to comfort you, I'm telling you the truth. Brother Jing is a child blessed by the gods."

Jun Fei smiled bitterly, "I have been blessed by the gods..."

I'm afraid this child is cursed by God.

Her child could not speak since birth, and now his life was about to be taken away. Concubine Chun was heartbroken.

Di Rongjing is her life!

"Aunt Chun, let me talk to Brother Jing." A Bao came to the bed with eager eyes.

Concubine Chun felt sad, "Okay, he likes you the most, little Abao, you should say goodbye to him."

A Bao sat on the bed, holding Di Rongjing's little hand.

"Brother Jiu, it's me, Po is here to see you~"

Concubine Chun couldn't bear to watch this scene and turned away.

Po looked at the little golden man sitting on top of Emperor Rongjing.

That little golden man looked exactly like the God of Destiny, a smaller version of him.

Po glared at him angrily, "You bastard—"

Everyone: !!!

Why is the little princess angry?

The God of Destiny shuddered with fear. Although the little girl was small, she had great power. When she was angry, he was inexplicably frightened.

"What are you doing sitting there? Get off my feet!"

"This kid Di Rongjing has an incomplete soul and spirit, and is destined to die young. As the Star Lord of Destiny, I will enforce justice on behalf of heaven and take his life away."

Fate is fate.

It is in charge of the lives of people in the world.

"You dare!" Abao said fiercely.

Destiny Star Lord: “…”

He didn't dare to do that at first.

However, it is difficult to defy fate. Who made Di Rongjing have an incomplete soul?

"This child has a connection with the gods, so I came here to take his life and help him to transcend. Otherwise, he would be taken away by the ghosts and would have to wait for the trial to be completed before reincarnating. I don't know how many more years it would take. In the end, he should be thankful..."

A small cluster of flames appeared on Abao's head, which only the God of Destiny could see.

The God of Destiny swallowed subconsciously, "You...you don't come over here, you...you can't fight with me..."

I can't beat you!

When Tianming Shenjun saw that Po was about to lose his temper, he ran away like crazy, "I won't take it anymore, I won't take it anymore. Is that okay if I don't take it anymore?"

Abao and Xiaoqiuqiu rushed out just as expected, staring at Concubine Chun, Concubine De, and all the palace maids in the room in amazement.

Abao, what's wrong?

Outside, the originally sunny sky began to explode, with clouds and mist rolling and strong winds.

The God of Destiny had already swiftly run to a dark cloud and sat there in fear. "Fortunately, I didn't catch up with you. That little girl's aura was really scary... When did you get up here?"

When I turned around, the little girl was already standing at the edge of the dark cloud with her fists clenched.

"What are you doing up here?"

"It will increase your strength."

The God of Destiny swallowed his saliva, "... that kid's soul is incomplete, he will die sooner, how long will you protect him?"

The God of Destiny discovered that he was a bad-mouthed person and shouldn't have said that.

The little girl looks even angrier!

A moment later, the lightning and thunder disappeared.

The little girl said in a casual tone, "His soul will be whole soon."

"Impossible..." The God of Destiny did not dare to continue.

The soul of Emperor Rongjing was born incomplete, so how could it be repaired later?

Even as a god, he cannot help humans repair their broken souls.

Unless you know the art of soul weaving.

However, even the ancient gods find it difficult to learn this technique.