The night I was reborn in the body of Wen Ying, the abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, I was being forced by my family to tell fortunes for my enemies. As the compass turned, I chuckled: "In three days, your fortunes may be turned upside down." Relatives laughed and taunted, "What a madman's nonsense!" Three days later, the family's stock market crashed, and enemies died suddenly one after another. People who once despised me knelt in front of the door and begged for relief, but they saw that the dignitaries of the capital came to the door in person. The most illustrious prince bowed his head respectfully: "Master, whose life and death do you want to predict next?" I played with the blood-stained compass carelessly: "Don't worry, it's your turn tonight."
