Chapter 302: The Treacherous Minister Wields Power

Quiet.

Deathly quiet.

Du Shanü had still been immersed in Fuchouzi's tale of An Nan when she suddenly heard the last sentence, almost failing to react.

But her not reacting doesn't mean no one else reacted.

Chinu stiffened for less than half a breath, then clenched his fists, wrapping himself around her like a ghost, each word bursting out:

"You——say——what——"

He just knew!

He just knew!

All the men outside are shameless lechers; if he doesn't keep an eye on them, they'll surely seduce his Wife Master!

What's with the pitiful act!

Today he must ruthlessly tear the faces of these lowlifes!

Chinu's whole body exuded yin energy; even a vengeful spirit descending wouldn't be more fitting.

Fuchouzi had been smugly thinking 'this one's a sure win,' but seeing Chinu's appearance, the joy on his face instantly couldn't be contained, twisting straight into an expression of utter terror.

He blinked repeatedly, trying to calm down, but as soon as he spoke he couldn't hold back, letting out a sobbing tone:

"Wa——you you you, what do you want to do?"

"I have great merit, I clearly have great merit!"

"Besides, didn't I just say that? I'm not trying to steal your wife from you; I want to cultivate! Cultivate!"

He had actually thought meeting the female emperor in this lifetime was his luck.

If he cultivates using the imperial purple aura, his Dao will surely benefit greatly, possibly surpassing all ancient masters of supreme Dao...

As it turns out, who would have thought that meeting the female emperor would not only be his fortune but also his 'calamity'!

His sole aspiration in this life is to become a Daoist immortal with ethereal bearing!

Yet they bully him like this, scold him, and even try to seize him...

He can't put on any airs in front of others!

If one said he lacked ability, he'd accept that, but clearly he does have some skill!

How can they still treat him like this!

Fuchouzi felt wronged, Fuchouzi didn't speak...... Fuchouzi only cried.

Originally just a young person not even twenty, in a dazed fit of tears he wildly grabbed at his old robe sleeves to wipe his face, instantly smearing tears and snot all over.

Not to mention Du Shanü; even Chinu, who had been pressing in step by step, momentarily became even more 'hateful to look at'.

Chen Weifang was the most unmoved among them; he sized up Fuchouzi from head to toe, only then barely matching the 'Fuchouzi' in his mind.

His eyes, like a deep spring orchid, flickered slightly; when Chen Weifang spoke again, his words grew somewhat obscure:

"...... Are you the one who earlier blocked the Wise Lord and Chinu at the Zhoufu, telling their fortunes?"

It's no wonder he didn't recall it at first.

Rather, he had just been busy destroying the Wise Lord's family letter, his mind not here.

Moreover, the characters 'Fuchouzi' are quite obscure, and this person before him is too young, making it truly impossible to overlap with the 'infallible diviner' Fuchouzi.

If I recall correctly, after the Wise Lord and Chinu returned, they had revealed that this person's divinatory omens were extremely accurate.

And Chen Weifang knows even more than they do, especially recently, having learned two momentous matters——

One, Fuchouzi explicitly said that the old prefect would die at the hands of someone surnamed Liu.

Two, Chinu earlier killed an old man resembling a vagrant at the city gate; upon realizing the man's identity, he sent people to investigate, and a few days later the servants reported that the corpse was indeed the old prefect.

These documents had long been piled on the desk, but because the Wise Lord and Chinu, being pregnant, had been lounging together all day, affairs couldn't be handled, so many of the subordinates' reports remained blank.

Chen Weifang struggled to lay out these trivial clues one by one, only able to wait until he somewhat recalled them, then try every way to mention them, informing his own Wise Lord......

And now, he has remembered.

Everything has been recalled.

This person not only pinpointed Lady Zhao Yuniang, but also, together with the fake document that gave Yu Lve the age of 'forty-seven,' harbored some affection, and even pinpointed the old prefect's death.

Does Chinu have a name?

A name with a humiliating connotation naturally doesn't count.

But don't forget, the name Chinu gave himself on the new certificate he bought is precisely 【Liu Wenyuan】!

【Liu】!!!

The other party, clearly someone with genuine talent.

Although it's unknown why he's so young, it's obvious his divinations are accurate, indeed extremely accurate.

Moreover, Fuchouzi contributed so much to their seizure of the Zhoufu that he certainly couldn't be a mere pushover......

Who knows, who knows that this person's calculation that Chinu's child would forever be subject to others might actually be true.

But then, how could he possibly resign himself to this?

Chinu is unwilling, he is unwilling, and even more so for their unborn child!

Who says one must be inferior from birth?

His Chinu, and his Chinu's child, ought to have everything they deserve!

Chen Weifang's eyes held an unfathomable obscurity, but for now, no one has seen through it.

Fuchouzi felt aggrieved to the point of distress, rubbing his eyes pitifully, yet still forcing himself to appear calm:

"...... Exactly a little Daoist!"

Chen Weifang pondered briefly, then reached out to ask the person opposite:

"Earlier I heard the Wise Lord say, you little Daoist, your divinations are very accurate...... I wonder if you could also tell my fortune?"

As soon as these words were spoken, not to mention the party involved, even Du Shanü and Chinu standing beside were stunned—

How did we go from speaking normally to dragging the topic into fortune-telling?

Weren't we just talking about An Nan a moment ago?

Isn't this topic shift a bit too fast?

Du Shanü was completely bewildered, about to speak but holding back, when she saw the party involved, as if someone had injected him with chicken blood, hearing the three words 'fortune-telling accurate', instantly became energized, his whisk broom sweeping repeatedly over his robe, a faint proud expression appearing on his face:

"Naturally! For a little Daoist like me, fortune-telling is a trivial matter!"

"But before we begin, let me make clear my usual rule: each person is limited to one divination in a lifetime, I won't repeatedly calculate to avoid disturbing later events."

"And if you have anything you wish to ask, say it sooner; the more detailed the question, the more detailed the answer."

Chen Weifang seemed not to mind either, her eyes flickering, and she immediately replied:

"Good. Then, little Daoist priest, why don't you help me tell my future?"

"...... I wish to know whether, in this lifetime, I might still have a day to receive the yellow‑ribbon honor and be buried with due rites."

The yellow‑ribbon honor, again the yellow‑ribbon honor.

Afang, in this life, has truly run afoul of the yellow‑ribbon honor.

Anyway, she'll surely give it; letting the party involved say a few pleasant words to coax Afang would also work...... right?

Du Shanü lightly scratched her forehead, ultimately swallowing the words she had wanted to say.

But what she never expected was that, after the party involved carefully examined Chen Weifang's palm a few times, when he spoke again, his words were:

"You want the yellow‑ribbon honor, but that's as hard as climbing to heaven."

"Your life line clearly shows you are not a loyal minister, but a sycophant and a manipulator."

"Although at first you may often gain favor, when the day comes to grind the mill and kill the donkey, you still must watch your life......"

?? The terms of this chapter will be explained in the next chapter's main text, dear ones~