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Five-and-a-half-year-old Jiang Bao was the most pitiable loser in the city and was bullied by his stepfather's five sons in turn. The eldest brother pushed her down the stairs: "A bastard deserves to live in my house?" The second brother snatched her schoolbag and threw it into the ditch: "It's so dirty, don't dirty my books!" Until one day, the five brothers locked her out and froze all night. The next day, the luxury cars of the top wealthy families in Beijing were parked at the entrance of the dilapidated alley. Eight men in suits and ties knelt down together: "Miss, we are here to take you home." The five brothers from my stepfather's family were completely dumbfounded when they looked at the eight limited-edition Maybachs. --- Jiang Bao has always been able to see the luck values of others. The eldest brother was as black as ink and could not live more than three years; the second brother was gray and miserable all his life; even the most arrogant fifth brother had his golden light almost wiped out by bad luck. She also has a pair of ears with absolute pitch, which can hear sound frequencies that others cannot hear, and can even distinguish the whispers of ghosts. Until one day, the five brothers locked her out and froze all night. At minus ten degrees Celsius, Jiang Bao huddled next to the trash can at the alley, his lips turned purple, and his luck was getting darker. Just when she was about to close her eyes, an old man wearing a torn monk's robe passed by and stopped suddenly. "Little baby, can you see what is following me?" The old man pointed to his shoulder. Jiang Bao blinked weakly: "An aunt in red clothes has been crying." The old man's eyes suddenly lit up - he was born with yin and yang eyes! "What a talent! A metaphysics wizard who is rare to see in five hundred years!" The old man accepted her as his disciple on the spot and took out the yellow paper charm from his arms, "Let's find the bad guys to settle accounts together."

Paranoid and cold tyrant × bright and fake daughter's stand-in On the day she was kicked out of the Hou Mansion, it rained heavily. The tyrant's sedan chair blocked the way, and he looked at her condescendingly: "The Marquis Mansion doesn't want you? I do." She thought it was salvation. After entering the palace, he realized that all he wanted was a face - a face that looked exactly like his dead queen's. The moon-white dress, Lu'an tea, and even the arc of their smile are exactly the same. She is a stand-in. It's a fake among fakes. Finally one day, she raised her hand to touch his face and asked with a smile: "Your Majesty, look at my face, who do I look like?" His eyes darkened: "Like my queen." "But I'm not her." "I know." He held her chin, rubbed her lips with his fingertips, and said in a low voice: "What I want is you - not her."