My Wife is a Psychic

203 A Pitiful Person

Lord Xiao was sitting at the seat closest to Yin Yang Tower in his casual clothes. A young man in white was listening to him with his head lowered. The young man was Jiang Si.

When she sat down, Jiang Xi found that the Madams and young ladies around her were all unfamiliar. They were all looking at her, some of them with unfriendly eyes.

“Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, you didn’t even call me when you came! It’s a good thing that the servant girl saw you coming this way. Do you want to have your fortune read too?” Zhao Yingying rushed over, followed by Song Yun in a female outfit. Both of them were sweating at the tip of their noses. It was obvious how anxious they were.

Jiang Xi’s heart warmed. “Don’t worry. Are you afraid that I’ll be bullied? I’m still a general’s wife.”

“Sister-in-law, you’ve misunderstood. I’m just afraid that they’ll bump into you and you’ll bully them.” Zhao Yingying lowered her head shyly. There were so many people here, and it was inevitable that some of them would rush to their deaths. She did not want to miss the scene of her sister-in-law teaching them a lesson!

Song Yun nodded behind her. Yes, they were here to watch the show! Song Yun suddenly felt a familiar aura. She instantly raised her head and looked up at the room that was protected by layers of people. She frowned slightly.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Young Masters and Young Misses, there are seven fortune tellers here. You can ask questions in turn. Yin Yang Tower will definitely answer your questions.” The host on the stage spoke loudly. As soon as he said this, the people below the stage were eager to move and stood up one after another. Not long after, the seven fortune tellers were surrounded by people.

“Fortune teller, please help me to see if my poor son is still alive,” The Old Madam from the Marquis of Defense’s residence trembled as she took out the token, and then reported her son’s Bazi Chart. The Marquis of Defense had disappeared from the battlefield two years ago and could not be found. Everyone felt that he was in danger, but Marquis of Defense’s mother, who was more than 80 years old, could not believe that her son was gone just like that. She insisted that her son was still alive. When she asked, everyone fell silent.

The chosen fortune-teller, San Yao, had a serious expression on her face. He calculated carefully and looked at the Old Madam’s face. He sighed slightly in her heart.

Liu Yao stood at the side and shook his head when he saw his senior brother, San Yao, frowning and not saying a word. He also saw the Marquis of Defense’s mother surrounded by a dead aura. The old lady’s days were probably numbered, but the fortune teller could not lie. He whispered to the San Yao, “Senior Brother, if you have anything to say, just say it.”

“The Marquis of Defense is no longer in this world. I hope that Old Madam can restrain your grief.” Before San Yao could finish her sentence, the Old Madam looked up to the sky and sighed. my son, my son! the old Marquis Madam’s body went soft and she immediately closed her eyes and stopped breathing.

Everyone was in an uproar! The servants of the defender marquis manor were even more sorrowful. They cried as they carried the Old Madam back to the manor to prepare for her funeral.

“Sigh, Speaking of which, I don’t know if fortune-telling is good or bad. Do you think that if we know certain things in advance, can we change the result? Do you think the person who divulges the will of the heavens will be punished?” When Lu Liu saw this scene, she felt emotional.

“Not necessarily. I’ve heard that there are disadvantages. Most people in the fortune-telling profession spend their entire lives alone and have extremely short lifespans.” Jiang Xi lowered his eyes.

“However, the imperial preceptor’s hair and beard are all white. He’s also a fortune-teller, could it be that he has a longer lifespan among fortune tellers? ” Lu Liu said innocently. Jiang Xi smiled but did not say anything. The imperial preceptor was also a pitiful man. The first time she saw the imperial preceptor, she felt that something was wrong with him. His hair and beard were all white, but his eyes were very clear. No, it should be said that he was young. Those eyes were not the eyes that an old man should have.

“The imperial preceptor is here! The imperial preceptor is here!” Perhaps it was because Jiang Xi was here, but the imperial preceptor did not want to get involved in the fortune-telling contest. However, when the carriage passed by Yin Yang tower, the wheel fell. Helplessly, he could only enter the Yin Yang Tower. As soon as he entered, a few rooms on the top floor of the Yin Yang Tower moved. It seemed that everyone was all here for the imperial preceptor.

Jiang Xi changed her sitting position and sat down, looking like the boss of a mental hospital. In the attic, Zheng Shan’er suddenly sat up straight. Her heart skipped a beat as if something bad was about to happen. ‘Strange, why was it so strange?’ No one in this world could control her, and no one was pressing down on her head. Why did she still have a feeling that a disaster was about to happen?

As soon as the imperial preceptor entered, the fortune teller on the stage stood up to welcome him and even made room for him.