Chapter 310: In the Myriad Worlds of Soul Dreams

Wuuu……

Wuuu……

Last night, in the dream, the flower moon was amidst the spring breeze.

Du Shanü slowly awoke from the sea‑and‑mountain oath, and the first thing to reach her ears was a mournful wail.

She hadn't even opened her eyes, but instinctively she began to soothe as usual:

"Don't cry—"

"I love you, I didn't go looking for anyone else, I went out to earn money, I came back still loving you, and from now on I'll love you and the child even more——"

My good slave is fine everywhere……

It's just that she's jealous!

If only she could be a little more generous, that cascade of black hair—spread, tucked, braided, then tied into a little braid—would be……

That would be delicate and lovely enough to bewitch anyone to death… oh no, a handsome husband.

If this handsome husband were to play hard to get, gentle and considerate, pitifully charming, then it would truly be……

Zzzip.

Du Shanü gave a couple of hehe laughs, hadn't even reached three when she felt a pang in her forehead, forcing her to startle awake and snap her eyes open.

Chinu: "(?? v? v??)"

Du Shanü: "???"

They locked eyes; before Du Shanü could speak, she saw the smile at Chinu's lips, who let out a soft hum:

"Don't think I don't know, Wife Master is surely thinking of something dirty———"

It must be the really bad kind!

If it were ordinary times, that wouldn't be impossible……

But now, the good little one is still in the belly!

Outrageous!

Truly outrageous!

It was both the dawn's first light and the moment of waking.

Du Shanü, her temples loose with hair, was greeted by the languid Chinu's soft, fragrant hum and a flirtatious glance……

Instantly, she felt half her life force drained.

Du Shanü raised a hand to touch her nose tip and spoke righteously:

"Nonsense—I won't let you talk about yourself like that!"

Chinu: "???"

Chinu froze for a moment, but only a breath later she reacted, reaching out to pinch Du Shanü's ear tip and give it a gentle twist:

"Wife——Master——"

How can there be such a wicked person in this world!

Deceiving his body and heart isn't enough; now you're teasing him like this!

Du Shanü couldn't help laughing, soothing him with soft words while trying to retrieve her ear from Chinu's grasp.

Chinu refused, insisting she explain in detail.

The two bickered for dozens of breaths, not noticing another movement in the room.

After much pleading, Du Shanü finally got her ear back, then suddenly realized something was off:

"Is someone crying in the room…… hiss! Fuzouzi?! Why are you still here?!"

When she fell asleep, that brat was still lying nicely on her lap.

After waking, Du Shanü felt no weight on her and assumed the brat had left, but……

But how did the brat end up huddled in the corner of the bed?!

Huddling in the bed corner would be fine, but why is he crying?!

No wonder she heard crying when she woke—turns out Fuzouzi has been providing accompaniment at her side!

Fuzouzi still wore the ceremonial robes from last night's audience, only having removed the gold crown, thus losing the solemn dignity of being fully attired, and now looking even more youthful.

He guarded the corner of the bed by Du Shanü's left foot, one arm around his knees drawn to his chest, the other tightly covering something, sniffling nonstop.

Du Shanü glanced and saw clearly that it might be a palm‑sized stone slab, uniform thickness, its whole body smooth as a mirror.

It looked quite nice, but such a thing, placed in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, is merely ordinary.

As long as one looks, one can find plenty of such pretty stones.

Thus Du Shanü didn't pay it much mind, merely clicking her teeth as she asked:

"……What's wrong with it?"

Early in the morning, those who didn't know would think someone had died, that Fuzouzi was mourning!

She was playing with Chinu and nearly gave her a fright!

Du Shanü asked, and Fuzouzi replied.

With tear‑blurred eyes he lifted his head, struggled to free a hand, wiped his eyes with his sleeve, then said:

"……No, nothing's wrong."

Indeed, nothing's wrong.

It's just that he suddenly learned from Xuánjiàn that a pitiful child would meet a regrettable end in the future, leaving him a little sad.

It's a small matter; he, he'll cry a bit and surely be able to cheer himself up!

In short, he must hold it in and not tell the Empress about this.

After all, since he entered the Dao, Fuzouzi has known of a great matter——

The ways of Heaven are unpredictable; the hexagrams cannot be fully calculated.

Diviners who perform too many hexagram readings easily suffer backlash.

Yet once the heavenly secret is leaked, it will also evolve, constantly changing... instead becoming the very change that drives the heavenly secret.

This is also why some people think Daoist priests and Buddhist monks, those mystics of the Dao, always seem mysterious and cryptic, never finishing what they have to say.

Most people are actually trying to 'escape' or 'avoid' Heaven's punishment.

Originally, there was little that could be said; therefore, if there is something truly wanting to be told, one can only speak in a roundabout way.

For example, the method his master told him——

His master said, no matter what divination method of the Yi is used to cast a hexagram, after obtaining the hexagram one cannot avoid 【interpreting the omens】 and 【judging the omens】.

Put simply, interpreting the omens means to unravel the cocoon and translate the riddle.

Judging the omens, however, is to decide the outcome and determine fortune or misfortune.

His master liked interpreting the omens, but never directly declared good or bad, never outright judged the outcome, and never lightly told the client the result.

That way, he fulfilled the client's trust without greatly affecting the outcome.

But he, on the other hand, liked judging the omens, directly telling the client the result without saying why it would happen......

For another example, earlier there was a woman who asked about marriage; he knew she would eventually marry a 'forty-seven'-year-old man.

But if it were his master instead, it might be something like: 'The woman must go where, seek what kind of person, meet him, examine his public verification, and then you will know who I am speaking of.'

One is the result, the other the process, but essentially they are the same, and each has its own advantages.

His master liked to explain how the process went; for the client, the 'outcome' still retained a sliver of chance to strive for, and was also somewhat softened, making it easier to accept.

He liked to directly tell the other party the result, not only because he couldn't say pleasant words, but also simply because......

Back when they were on the mountain, his master already said his skill at interpreting omens was lacking.

Alright.

Actually, it wasn't that smooth either.

The original words were——

【You little rabbit bastard, when you interpret omens you rely on half guesswork and half blind luck!?】

【You little rabbit bastard, you interpret omens into that mess, yet how can you still judge them correctly?!】

He had been scolded like this since childhood, all the way up to four years ago......

It wasn't that he finally mastered it and his master stopped scolding.

But rather his master rode away on a crane to immortality, and can no longer scold him.

However, the old man was instead pleased; seeing him kneel before the bed and weep, he also instructed him, saying, 'From now on speak less, don't recklessly interpret omens for others—if you yourself interpret an omen, just keep it bottled up inside,' and after saying that, he closed his eyes.

To be honest, he still harbored a little resentment in his heart.

He had correctly predicted many, many things along the way.

Otherwise, he could not have fought his way through thorns and brambles all the way to Yongzhou, and there captured the old prefect......

All along this path, everything has been correct.

Although this time the Profound Mirror told him a mix of truth and falsehood, he guessed that his own analysis of the Profound Mirror this time, combined with his current interpretations of several people......

As for Yuanlong's death, it's not quite certain, but it's about ninety-nine percent.

And yet precisely because of that, he truly is, heartbroken, heartbroken.

Fucongzi sobbed, crying wholeheartedly under two increasingly strange gazes, before suddenly lifting his head, eyes red, and said:

"Chinu...... you, you rest assured. If you beat me in the future, I won't cry out in pain anymore!"

Chinu: "？"

Du Shanü: "？？？"

Is this what Fucongzi felt after crying for half a day?

Good, good, good, really good.

Another one has gone mad.

She just knew——

Under her command, the so-called 'abundance of talent' basically has hardly any normal people!!!

?? Last night in dreams and souls, the flowers and moon amid the spring breeze: borrowed from Li Yu's 'Looking South to the River·Much Regret'; the original lyrics are: 【Much regret, last night in dreams and souls. Still as before touring the imperial garden, carriages like flowing water, horses like dragons. Flowers and moon amid the spring breeze.】

? Seeing some misunderstandings in the comment section of the previous chapter, this chapter therefore specially gave an explanation. Note! Fucongzi's hexagram predictions are astonishingly accurate, referring to judging the omens, not interpreting the omens. One must clearly distinguish the outcome he judges and the process, as well as his speculative parts...... only the first is completely correct, the others each have some truth and some falsehood.

? Not being able to tell the difference doesn't matter either; after all, I will from time to time look at everyone's reactions, and according to feedback I'll make small adjustments to the plot...... life and death, love and affection, are also just a stroke after all!