Chapter 157: Little Jianghu Swindler

Only one......

It's actually only one.

Really few!

But if it's just that he's a filial good child, that's also really good.

As parents, we don't demand that our children be highly successful; but whenever we think of our children being filial and sensible, we can't help feeling happy.

Even Chinu, who usually doesn't believe in fate and even boasted about overturning the stall, couldn't help curling his lips at this moment.

He took out his own not-so-full money pouch from his sleeve and placed it on the little Taoist's stall:

"Hmph, that'll do."

Although this person just tried to seduce the Wife Master, seeing that he said such pleasant words, he generously forgave him once.

The little Taoist stared at the money pouch, stunned for a few breaths before suddenly realizing:

"Hey! How are you still lying? You said you had no money!"

He paid for the fortune-telling, every word was true, yet he was still deceived!

The little Taoist's grievance was plain to see, and Du Shanü couldn't help laughing:

"He didn't say that just now, but he does have some private stash—how is that not ordinary?"

Nowadays a large group of people are poor to the point of jingling, but Chinu always has Afang's support; no matter when he goes to Afang to mooch, Afang can always scrape something together from between her teeth......

Not strange, not strange at all!

The little Taoist's expression eased slightly, and he turned to Du Shanü and said:

"Well, are you really not going to let it go?"

"The little Taoist truly wanted to tell your fortune just once......"

"What nonsense, what nonsense!"

"It's as if giving her a fortune reading once would make her famous all over the world!"

"This little Taoist's addiction to fortune-telling is quite strong!"

But......

Thinking back to the pleasant words the little Taoist just said to Chinu, Du Shanü also felt a bit interested, and once again reached out her hand:

"Let's see how my fortune fares."

This time Chinu didn't stop him; instead, he waited happily at the side, looking as if he were preparing to patiently listen.

The little Taoist, flattered and startled, hastily dried the sweat from his palms, took Du Shanü's hand, and examined it carefully.

His expression remained serious and solemn, and he spent much more time looking than Chinu did.

Du Shanü waited a while with no response, so she turned her face again, wanting to ask Chinu if he was hungry.

Chinu was about to reply when he heard the little Taoist ponder and then speak:

"Asking about fortune... fortune... Hmm, that's right, this also counts as fortune."

"Your fortune lies to the southeast of the country, to the northeast of this place; go northeast, and whatever you seek will surely be yours."

The southeast of the country?

The northeast of this place?

What place is that?

Du Shanü was about to think it over when she heard the little Taoist's expression turn somewhat strange, as if he wanted to speak but stopped:

"But...... are you sure you only want to ask about fortune?"

"Your Descendant Palace seems overly full, so full it's become chaotic...... actually you have seven children......"

As soon as these words were spoken, all around fell silent.

Du Shanü stared fixedly at the little Taoist before her, while the little Taoist stared fixedly at his hand, not daring to lift his head.

Chinu had already been stunned dumb by the hearing——

Seven?

Seven?

He only has one child, the Wife Master has seven—where do the other six children come from?

Yu Baobao's?

Are they all Yu Baobao's?

He has fallen far short of Yu Baobao his whole life; even his offspring can't compare to Yu Baobao's number?

Or......

Or is the Wife Master truly a heartless person who says having him and Yu Baobao is enough for this life, yet later seeks many many new partners?

Then what should he do?

Then what should become of his child?

He is so insignificant, having struggled long and hard to win a life for himself; he surely can't let his child later also have to fight tooth and nail with other children just to win his mother's affection, can he?

Chinu doesn't know the answer; the joy he felt upon learning he had an obedient and well-behaved offspring has long vanished without a trace, leaving only a bone‑chilling coldness.

Du Shanü naturally couldn't wait for that coldness to truly take effect.

She had no hesitation at all; she stepped forward, gripped the table edge with her five fingers, pressed down her wrist, and the little Taoist's stall table flipped over.

Yellow paper flew everywhere, the stone inkstone fell to the ground, and ink spilled out in a pool of black.

The worn‑brush rolled into the dark alley, and the copper coins clattered and scattered all over the ground.

Before Chinu could get angry, Du Shanü flared with anger many times greater than his:

"Great! I knew you were a liar! Just watch me overturn your stall today!"

What? Chinu has one, she has seven!

Even if there is a Yu Baobao, how could that be so off!

Besides, in this day and age, giving birth once is undoubtedly like making an extra trip past the Ghost Gate; she may joke about having many children bringing blessings, but she isn't mad—how could she treat her own life as a joke?

Is that even acceptable?!

Does this little Daoist think she has a long life, that Chinu has a good temper, and he's come just to cause trouble for her?!

Du Shanü rarely gets this angry; at first she was stopping Chinu from overturning the stall, but now it's the opposite—Chinu is stopping her from calming down.

Chinu's expression was still somewhat dazed, muttering over and over, searching his intestines and scraping his belly, not knowing whether he was advising her or himself:

「Forget it, forget it, it's nothing...... 」

「As for fate, this thing...... has always been unfair. 」

What nonsense!

Chinu actually doesn't care?

Du Shanü was momentarily stunned, turned her head to examine Chinu's expression closely, and then realized his face was completely blank......

No, rather than saying it's blank, it's not that it's blank; he's slow-witted, dazed, and at a loss.

That's right.

How could she have forgotten that.

Someone like Chinu, who is unharmed by sword cuts and feels no pain from bleeding, may say he doesn't believe in fate, but in truth he believes in it the most.

Otherwise, he wouldn't keep muttering that his fate is inferior to Yu Baobao's, that Yu Baobao was born to have everything......

Du Shanü felt a pang in her heart, unable to bear looking any longer.

So annoying!

Really, this broken Daoist is annoying me to death!

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have bothered with fortune-telling, nor would I have stirred up this mess!

Furthermore, even if she had her fortune told, she only asked about her wealth prospects—what did he mean by mentioning the Descendant Palace? Isn't that just looking for trouble?!

Du Shanü's anger is genuine, and the little Daoist's bitter expression is no act either.

The commotion from overturning the stall was too great; specks of ink splashed onto the lower hem of his blue-gray Daoist robe, but knowing he was in the wrong, he didn't dare get angry and could only mutter softly:

「I only asked because I know you are destined to be devoted, but your offspring and your husband's offspring don't match, so I spoke up. 」

I also wonder why, in your Descendant Palace, the conception times of two children almost overlap, differing by only two or three months...... Oh dear!

Du Shanü caught a loophole in the other's words and let out a big sigh of relief.

She had also come to her senses, punched the little Daoist, then grabbed Chinu and shook him hard twice:

「Good Chinu, wake up, don't believe him! 」

「Since ancient times, pregnancy lasts ten months; how could there be another child after just a two- or three-month gap...... He's just a street-corner fortuneteller, a jianghu swindler! 」

「What good is believing him?! 」

At first I just wanted to listen to the fun—how did things get so backwards?!

Chinu suddenly came to, his gaze turning grave, and he sharply looked at the young Daoist.

The young Daoist had already been afraid of Chinu; now, seeing that, he was even more startled, instinctively turning and stumbling into the dark narrow alley.

For Du Shanü, this was nothing short of a rebirth after calamity; she quietly wiped the cold sweat from her palms, and thus didn't see the little Daoist slip into the alley before, the fleeting look of grievance on his face.

Chinu stared at her fixedly for a long while, seeing that she was almost terrified, before gritting his teeth and saying:

「Find a place to settle down—I want to see—after tonight, how much energy will you still have to amuse yourself with others? 」

Du Shanü: (blushing embarrassed face)

She just knew this matter was aimed at her!

This Zhoufu really is her nemesis!!!

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