Chapter 21 Qingbao forces Vice Minister Si to make an oath
Ox-Head and Horse-Face immediately began their investigation.
soon.
They said, trembling, "His name is Si Ye, the second son of the Si family, and he is Sister Qing's second maternal uncle."
Oh no, oh no, oh no! This guy actually dared to make fun of the King of Hell!
Even the ox-headed and horse-faced demons could imagine Si Ye being thrown into a vat of boiling oil for five hundred years and then burned for another five hundred years, making the neighboring ghosts drool with envy.
"Hahaha, hahaha, hahaha, how could I, the king, stoop to the level of a mere mortal child?"
The King of Hell gritted his teeth and let out a triple laugh of death.
After laughing, he immediately said, "Let's lure him down for a drink tonight!"
Really, it was just a drink.
Hahaha.
Absolutely not. He's not the kind of person who would drink with alcohol.
The ox-headed and horse-faced demons were so frightened that their heads almost turned into human faces.
That's it, that kid's done for!
And another scene in the painting.
"Haha, you painted Yama like this to intimidate me? Do you think I, a dignified Vice Minister of Revenue, should swear an oath to your lousy painting?"
When Si Shilang saw that painting, he wanted to laugh.
No one's appearance is as messy as a turtle tangled in weeds.
Does he really need to swear an oath for this?
Everyone in the room was making fun of Qingbao.
Only Sihe knew that Qingbao was serious.
She said, "If you have truly fulfilled your filial duties, why don't you swear an oath before the painting? If you don't swear, I will absolutely not let my grandmother breathe her last!"
Grandmother was barely clinging to life, and out of filial piety, they certainly wouldn't dare do anything.
After all, once a loved one has committed a fatal act, she will no longer be able to protect her descendants in the afterlife.
The people of Daxia all believed in these things, and therefore, for the sake of their family's future, they would sincerely worship every deceased ancestor.
But even that can't withstand those who are ruthless and insane for money.
For example, who knows if someone like Vice Minister Si would harm his grandmother for the sake of the dowry?
Si He dared not gamble.
Therefore, if this matter can be resolved today, it should be resolved as soon as possible.
At this moment, the old nanny who had been by the old lady's side stepped forward and said to Minister Si, "Minister Si, you are the old lady's only son. If you really did not have such intentions, please make a vow so that the old lady can pass away peacefully."
She is the one who understands old ladies the most.
The old lady refused to pass away; she probably had some things she couldn't let go of.
The Vice Minister looked at Granny Gui, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.
He didn't want to be controlled by a servant, but only this nanny knew where the key to his mother's dowry was.
Granny Gui also personally managed the old lady's assets. Only she knew the location of the estates, shops, and houses outside.
The Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel must not offend Granny Gui.
His expression changed instantly, and he said in a polite tone, "Give me the painting. I don't believe that the King of Hell can hear my oath through this lousy painting!"
He snatched the hastily drawn painting from Si Ye's hand and swore an oath over it.
King Yama fell into deep thought, "Am I really that powerless in the human world? Why is no one afraid of me?" The little guy had clearly drawn him to be very handsome and mighty.
Why do they all treat him like a cuckold?
Ox-Head and Horse-Face's eyelids twitched violently. "It's because these mortals are blind and unaware of your divine powers."
God knows, they even wanted to kneel on the ground and beg those mortals to stop talking.
The pressure from the underworld is already low enough.
Any lower and you'll fall into the deepest hell!
"Yes, Lord Yama, for the sake of him being Sister Qing's maternal grandfather, just grant him whatever he says later."
King Yama nodded. "That makes sense. For the sake of my good baby, I will listen to it patiently."
"Whether you can hear me or not is not your concern. Come on, Grandpa, swear an oath," Qingbao said crisply.
Little Qingbao stood in front of the adults, looking like a tiny bean.
The Vice Minister raised two fingers. "I swear."
"You're wrong." Qingbao held up four fingers, frowning as she corrected him, "To pronounce 'four,' you need to use four fingers."
Two roots reach to heaven, four roots reach to the underworld.
The Vice Minister was amused by her appearance.
Everyone laughed.
"You don't even understand what an oath is, yet you dare to force your grandfather to swear one? It's absolutely laughable."
"Qingbao, are you out of your mind? Find a royal physician to take a look at you."
"It's a good thing that a child like you wasn't born into our Si family, otherwise the world would laugh their heads off at the sight of you."
The Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice desperately suppressed his laughter, knowing that such a vow was invalid, and besides, that hastily drawn picture couldn't possibly be the King of Hell.
He was then completely free of his mental burden.
He raised four fingers and said to the painting, "I, Si Qianzhi, swear before the King of Hell that I have been dutifully filial to the old lady and have never coveted her dowry! Is that alright?"
He looked down and asked Qingbao.
Qingbao said seriously, "It's not over yet. What will you pay if you utter even the slightest lie?"
The Vice Minister hesitated.
"Your Excellency, didn't you say this painting was hastily done, so bad that even the King of Hell wouldn't see it? You didn't even dare to mention the price. Could it be that you have something to hide?"
Si He added insult to injury with a soft, lingering tone.
Madam Si said coldly, "Sir, this isn't even a vow, so what are you afraid of her for?"
She's just a jinx; what's the point of what she says?
“That’s right, Dad. Qingbao is only three years old. She’s already playing house with you. The most important thing now is to persuade Sihe to convince Grandmother to take her last breath,” Siye added.
His tone was also sarcastic.
Why is it that in Grandmother's heart, none of them, the grandchildren who grew up in the Si family, are as high-status as Si He, who has been away from home for more than ten years?
Even on her deathbed, Grandmother couldn't let go of Sihe.
Is there any justice in this world?
The Vice Minister Si breathed a sigh of relief, no longer taking Qingbao seriously. He continued, "If there is even a hint of falsehood in this, I, Si Qianzhi, am willing to give up ten years of my life to exchange for my mother's healthy life!"
"Is that enough?"
He lowered his hand dismissively.
They didn't take Qingbao and the painting seriously at all.
Qingbao brought her little face close to the painting and said to Yama, "Did you hear that?"
In the underworld, Yama, the King of Hell, couldn't help but smile like a doting aunt as he looked at the baby's chubby cheeks approaching.
"I heard you, I heard you, sweet baby, come here and let me touch your cheek."
Qingbao ignored him, snorted, and turned her head away.
It made the old King Yama swoon.
The old Yama was delighted and waved his hand across his newly created Book of Life and Death.
"Hehe, Si Qianzhi, is that right? I'll grant your wish!"
In an instant, his lifespan was changed from sixty-five years to fifty-five years.
After making the oath, Vice Minister Si was still smug, thinking he had gotten away with it. He hurriedly called Si He to persuade the old lady to take her last breath.
Qingbao smiled and said, her eyes crinkling, "My great-grandmother won't die."
"Qingbao, what did you say?" Sihe asked, her eyes wide.
The Vice Minister scolded, "You believe her nonsense? You've wasted so much time, do you want to be seen as an unfilial daughter?"
Qingbao smiled and put the painting away.
I looked up at the sky.
The old Yama's favor will arrive soon.
The next moment.
Rumble—
A bolt of lightning suddenly pierced through the roof and struck the Vice Minister Si.
at the same time.
The elderly man on his sickbed opened his eyes, his face rosy.
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