My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband-Chapter 676: Please Call Me the Godly Assistant, Not the Divine Assistant King! 1

Little Daoist Su Chaoyang was incredibly excited. Her chubby little legs trotted eagerly after Ye Siyuan, and she would occasionally scamper ahead, hopping and skipping. Her beautiful, big eyes meticulously studied every detail of the palace’s layout, assessing its feng shui, discerning auspicious and ominous signs—she looked every bit the part.

Ye Junqing and Ye Xinguang were returning from a walk on their private beach when they spotted Little Daoist Su Chaoyang, who seemed as if she had come from another world.

After a moment of surprise, Ye Xinguang nudged Ye Junqing. "Look at that child," she said. "She’s dressed so adorably. Is that Liangliang or Xiaosu? Did they come back from a photoshoot and forget to change?"

Because they were far away, Ye Xinguang couldn’t see Su Chaoyang’s face clearly and, based on experience, mistook her for one of their granddaughters.

Ye Junqing narrowed his eyes for a moment. "She seems to be neither," he said, then gestured to Ye Siyuan. "Si Yuan, come here."

Ye Siyuan walked over to her parents. Little Daoist Su Chaoyang also trotted over, her big eyes, like black grapes, clear and brimming with wisdom. She glanced at Ye Xinguang and Ye Junqing, sizing them up, her gaze finally stopping on Ye Junqing’s thumb ring, and then she frowned.

Ye Junqing asked his daughter, "Where did this child come from?"

Ye Siyuan said, "Dad, I found her on the street and invited her home to look at the feng shui. This little one is pretty interesting. She’s got some skill; she’s not a street swindler."

Ye Junqing was speechless as he looked at his daughter. When did you become so superstitious as to believe in metaphysics? he thought. Even if you believe in metaphysics, you should invite a highly respected master, not some child to assess feng shui!

Ye Junqing said, "The feng shui of the palace was checked when it was being built. It’s a place graced by outstanding people and spiritual energy; the feng shui is excellent."

In a sweet, childlike voice, Little Daoist Su Chaoyang said, "Grandpa, the thumb ring on your hand isn’t good. You shouldn’t wear it. Wearing it too much is bad for your health."

Ye Junqing looked down, his gaze resting on the thumb ring. He had bought this thumb ring for a hefty sum at an auction. It was reportedly excavated from a tomb complex dating back two thousand years, a complex that belonged to ancient royal nobility. So, its original owner must have been an ancient Wang Qin noble. How could it be bad?

Ye Junqing wasn’t about to take the words of a little child seriously, maintaining an indifferent and aloof demeanor.

Ye Siyuan, however, believed in Little Daoist Su Chaoyang’s ability. She squatted down and asked her, "Little darling, what’s wrong with this thumb ring?"

Seeing Ye Junqing’s skepticism, Little Daoist Su Chaoyang huffed proudly. "Grandpa, is this thumb ring a burial object?"

Ye Junqing grunted. How did this little one know it was a burial object?

"Burial objects shouldn’t be worn casually, Grandpa," Su Chaoyang said. "They’ve been buried underground for too long and will invariably carry some malign energy. This thumb ring’s malign energy is the strongest. When its owner died, blood splattered on it. Take a closer look—isn’t this a blood thumb ring?"

Ye Xinguang grabbed her husband’s hand to look at the thumb ring. "It really is," she said.

Ye Junqing explained to his wife, "This is Hetian Jade. When jade is buried in the ground, its surface corrodes and loosens. Soil is rich in iron, and some accompanying buried artifacts are also ironware. These materials oxidize and decompose, eventually adhering to the jade’s eroded and loosened surface and slowly seeping in. That’s why the so-called ’blood jade’ we see develops red or brown stains; iron elements are this color. Don’t listen to this child’s nonsense. It’s not blood that splattered on it."