My Lady Always Lacks Ambition-Chapter 1043 - 1014: Lighting a Candle for Prince Zhao
A wise bird chooses the right tree to perch on; everyone knows this principle. But when Qin Liuxi said, "The tree you chose is not much better," it was like scolding both of them at once. It was no wonder that Prince Zhao was furious, and Yu Linglan’s face also showed signs of awkwardness and annoyance.
However, Yu Linglan, bearing the identity of the Yu Family, maintained his composure and with a slight smile, looked at Qin Liuxi and said, "Every time I see the Master, you are curt. Did I offend the Master somehow?"
Qin Liuxi, with her hands behind her back, replied, "No."
"Then..."
"Just as this Prince has the habit of recognizing elder sisters all over town, I also have my personal likes and dislikes. It’s just that I don’t get along with Yu Sharen." Qin Liuxi smiled faintly.
The underlying meaning of "not getting along" is simply, "I don’t like the look of you!"
No matter how good Yu Linglan’s manners were, he could hardly hold back himself and said with a faint smile, "In that case, if I wanted to ask the Master to divine for the Prince, it seems he’s not fortunate enough."
"Oh? You want me to divine?" Qin Liuxi raised an eyebrow.
Yu Linglan nodded with a smile, though in fact, he was speaking casually and wasn’t expecting it. He was even prepared to hear the venomous words from Qin Liuxi’s sharp tongue.
Unexpectedly, she didn’t react as expected.
"Oh, divining is possible, but one divination costs ten thousand gold. What do you want to know?" Qin Liuxi said with a cheerful smile.
Since they were offering silver, she wouldn’t waste the opportunity. This silver, when exchanged into coarse grain buns, could somewhat ease the hunger of many disaster victims suffering from the snowstorm.
"One divination ten thousand gold, do you think you’re a living Immortal? Why not just rob?" Prince Zhao exclaimed.
Qin Liuxi: "I’m robbing now. Besides, aren’t you clear if I am a living Immortal or not? Or why would you recognize me as your elder sister?"
Prince Zhao: "!"
Very well, this prince is angered once again, so much that it felt like his lungs were about to burst, and it hurt.
"Are you going to divine or not? If not, let’s part ways. I’m busy." Qin Liuxi paced back and forth impatiently.
Who indeed would want to spend over ten thousand taels of silver for a divination, as if money were burning a hole in their pocket?
Even if Prince Zhao had it, he wasn’t a fool; naturally, he wasn’t willing. He said, "I have never believed in these strange forces and gods."
"You could’ve just said you were broke, wasting my time," Qin Liuxi mocked with a snort, bypassing him and heading to the side carriage.
Prince Zhao’s handsome face twisted in anger.
A mere female crown dares to be so arrogant!
Yu Linglan lightly coughed once.
Prince Zhao restrained himself again.
Qin Liuxi boarded the carriage, looked at him thoughtfully, and said, "Are you really not going to divine? This divination is very valuable - it avoids misfortune and attracts good fortune!"
Prince Zhao’s heart skipped a beat, feeling a bit flustered.
But he had just claimed he didn’t believe in strange forces and gods. Divining now would be self-humiliation.
So he said nothing, just stared at Qin Liuxi’s carriage as it left.
Once she left, Prince Zhao turned to Yu Linglan with a dark face and said, "Why did Bo Yin stop me earlier? She’s just a female mystic, yet she dared to humiliate the Imperial family, how audacious."
Yu Linglan said, "My Prince, if she can’t be an ally, it’s best not to offend her, as she’s no ordinary God Stick."
Prince Zhao frowned.
Yu Linglan saw his displeased face and said softly, "Those who truly practice Mystical Taoist Techniques can handle them with ease. Although you are a noble prince, you are merely mortal; if she decides to use sinister and mysterious tricks against you out of anger, how could you possibly avoid it?"
Prince Zhao felt goosebumps rise all over his body and said, "It can’t be, right?"
"Skilled mages, of course, have their tempers because they have powers," Yu Linglan said, looking at the carriage that had completely disappeared from sight. "Offending her has no benefits."
The more Prince Zhao listened, the more frustrated he felt. For the first time, he realized his princely status was useless; he’d have to swallow his pride before a female mystic.
Very unpleasant!
But unpleasant as it was, he didn’t lose his rationality to cause trouble for Qin Liuxi. Firstly, he heeded the advice of Yu Linglan, his advisor. Secondly, Qin Liuxi’s meaningful words just now still lingered uneasily in his mind.
Damn, this woman is troublesome!
Prince Zhao and Yu Linglan left Changsheng Hall, but didn’t expect that as soon as they entered the Prince Mansion, a heavy, iron-framed hardwood plaque suddenly fell, aiming straight at his head.
Prince Zhao felt his mind go blank, his limbs stiff, unable to dodge.
"Look out, Prince." Yu Linglan, who was right behind him, saw this and pushed him aside. The plaque fell, and the impact sent loose nails flying out. Through inertia, one grazed past the fallen Prince Zhao’s eye corner, taking a bit of skin with it.
"Ah, my eye!" Prince Zhao screamed miserably, covering his eye corner.
It’s over; he would become blind. What’s the use of living without sight?
Overwhelmed by the bloody mist before his eyes, Prince Zhao was utterly shaken, his eyes rolling back as he fainted.
"Quickly call the Imperial Physician."
The Prince Zhao Mansion was thrown into chaos by this sudden incident.
Only Yu Linglan remained; her eyes flickered, indeed, she was no ordinary foe.
Meanwhile, in the carriage, Qin Liuxi was speaking to Little Ginseng.
"Don’t talk nonsense; I’m not that petty. How could I harm him? It was his own bad luck to get involved with me," Qin Liuxi resolutely denied what Little Ginseng implied, that she had harmed Prince Zhao.
Little Ginseng chuckled, "Do you expect me to believe you?"
Teng Zhao said, "He didn’t know where he picked up some yin energy, making him unlucky. But after all, he is a Prince with Dragon Bloodline. He would only suffer minor misfortunes because of his bad luck but wouldn’t lose his life." A Saint is the Emperor, and the Emperor is the Dragon. Since he is a Prince, he naturally has Dragon Bloodline.
Qin Liuxi had merely taken a few steps at the entrance of Changsheng Hall earlier and set up a simple Yin Gathering Formation, causing the surrounding yin energy to gather. She too was affected by the yin energy, and Prince Zhao was implicated.
Indeed, implicated, hence the compounded bad luck resulted in an unexpected incident.
Teng Zhao asked, "Master, if he really offered ten thousand gold for divination, would you genuinely help him avoid misfortune?"
"Of course, a paid service is applicable everywhere. He’d be spending ten thousand good silver to avoid disasters, essentially buying peace," Qin Liuxi explained. "As for that minor bleeding calamity, it wouldn’t be fatal. Helping him avoid it wouldn’t matter. But as for those disaster victims, if they had the food and warm clothes bought with ten thousand gold, it might help them survive the winter. Unfortunately, he’s a stingy fool who cherishes his reputation, refusing to be tricked."
Little Ginseng said, "He’s not exactly poor; after all, he’s a prince."
"The more ambitious they are, the more silver is needed. Ten thousand gold could accomplish a lot; even now, using it for charity could earn him a good name. But using ten thousand gold to buy a God Stick’s divination seems like a waste. If word got out, the Imperial Censor might impeach him, and his father might scold him harshly."
Just imagine, with snow disasters so severe and the national treasury empty, everyone’s doing their utmost to raise funds for relief. Yet, he, a dignified prince, doesn’t donate but spends on divination – who wouldn’t scold him?
Little Ginseng saw Qin Liuxi’s regretful expression and silently lamented for Prince Zhao, questioning why he came seeking insults in the first place.
