Ling Shuangyue, a little genius of metaphysics who grew up in a Taoist temple in the mountains, was forced to go down the mountain to fulfill a ridiculous engagement contract in order to pursue the truth of an old case.
Her fiancé is Fu Hanzhou, a powerful and ruthless business emperor.
When they first met, Fu Hanzhou had a look of disgust on his face: "My wife, Fu Hanzhou, will definitely not be a country stickman who pretends to be a magician."
Ling Shuangyue counted with her fingers and responded calmly: "Mr. Fu, I see that your hall has turned dark, and there will be a bloody disaster within three days. There will be a surprise under the first locust tree when you turn left when you go out."
Fu Hanzhou scoffed, but the next day he bumped into a locust tree while avoiding a falling object and picked up an important lost contract.
Later——
Are business rivals setting up a feng shui trap? Ling Shuangyue casually cracked it and made the opponent bankrupt with a backhand.
Are weird things happening frequently in the Fu family's old house? Once the Lingshuangyue Cinnabar Talisman is pasted, all the resentful souls of hundreds of years will have to line up to be reincarnated.
Fu Hanzhou is poisoned by a strange poison and his life hangs by a thread? Ling Shuangyue brought the dead back to life with a few strokes of the silver needle.
Gradually, the entire upper class circle came to know that Mr. Fu had a little ancestor who was an extremely accurate fortune teller, and no one could offend her.
And Mr. Fu, who once promised that he would never marry a magician, follows Ling Shuangyue every day with a humble attitude: "Honey, help me figure out today, when can we have a baby?"
Ling Shuangyue rolled her eyes at him: "The secret must not be revealed... Unless you add more money."
Fu Hanzhou immediately offered up all his wealth: "My life is yours, so why talk about money?"
