Jiang Zhiyi, a full-level heavenly master who had practiced in the mountains for twenty years, was finally kicked down the mountain by his unscrupulous master, who euphemistically called him "experienced in the world of mortals." The first thing I did when I came down the mountain was to get rid of the baby girl I had never met before. Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped into his fiancé's house, he was kicked out as a charlatan. The person who broke off the engagement, the business emperor who was rumored to be decisive and not approachable to women, actually avoided seeing her.
Jiang Zhiyi sneered and said, "If you can't break off the engagement, then you won't break off." How could she, a dignified Xuanmen ancestor, be stumped by such a trivial matter? As a result, the upper class circles in the capital exploded.
"Have you heard? The fake daughter of the Jiang family who was kicked out of the house is now a fortune teller!"
"I also heard that she cured the old man of the Li family, and he was worth a fortune!"
"Are you kidding me? She still dares to do tricks in front of Mr. Fu? I don't know how high the sky is!"
At first, everyone in the Fu family scorned this uninvited "fiancee". Later they cried and begged her not to leave.
And that aloof Mr. Fu changed his attitude completely after witnessing Jiang Zhiyi suppress evil spirits with his own eyes and end life and death with just one word.
"Honey, I was wrong. If we don't cancel the wedding, when will the wedding be held?"
Jiang Zhiyi kicked the man away, with a cold look on his face: "I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, you want to get back together? Please line up and make an appointment, it depends on my mood."
The man didn't take it seriously and offered up all his wealth: "Wife, look at my horoscope, do I make my wife prosperous?"
