Han Suyi, a powerful figure from the apocalypse and the 438th heir to the Nine Heavens Holy Mother, failed her tribulation. When she opened her eyes again, she had become Han Baozhu, the Han family’s second daughter and a member of the empress’s maternal clan. Her father didn’t care for her, her mother didn’t love her, and they had left her at Xuanqing Temple for ten years without a word.
Then, out of nowhere, the Han family sent her a marriage contract, saying she had been betrothed to Prince Chen, a lame man who couldn’t perform, and urging her to return home for the wedding.
When she arrived, the Han family thought a Taoist nun would bring bad luck and made her use the back entrance. Han Suyi smiled faintly. “Oh, so you think you’re all that. Reading the signs, clouds gather in the northwest and mist rises in the southeast. I’m afraid thieves will pay the Han residence a visit from the northwest tonight. Be sure to keep watch!”
That very night, the Han residence lost the most important blueprints for the seismograph!
Her fortune-telling stall was quick and accurate.
“Master, why have I been dreaming about ghosts lately?”
Baozhu: “It’s your great-grandmother. One corner of her grave has collapsed, and rain is leaking in.”
“Master, my son doesn’t look like me. I suspect my wife has been unfaithful.”
Baozhu: “No need to suspect. He really is your younger brother.”
“Master!” “Master!” Her fortune-telling stall became a sensation...
Her handsome fiancé, the supposedly coldhearted, lame man who couldn’t perform, even stood by her side and handed over his entire fortune. He spoiled her rotten and clung to her every day, insisting on proving that he was perfectly capable and could give her several heirs to the mystic arts.
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