[Two Powerful Leads · Political Intrigue · Sweet and Satisfying]
(Arrogant fortune-teller heroine × Scheming, sickly hero)
She could predict everything, yet failed to see that he had already written her into the game of his life.
Everyone said the Ye family's legitimate daughter was a crude country fortune-teller.
When a spoiled young master insulted her in the street, she slapped him right back. “Make one more peep and your whole clan can kiss their official careers goodbye!”
A noble lady mocked her for not knowing the rules. She looked up and sneered.
“Was the man you secretly met last night gentle with you, sister?”
The whole banquet fell silent.
At the Empress Dowager's birthday feast, a treacherous minister pressed her about the fate of the nation. She cast her divination and declared,
“The imperial relatives are disrupting the government, and the Purple Star is in decline. Your Majesty, the person sharing your bed is stealing the Tiger Tally.”
Her words threw half the court into chaos.
Everyone feared her like the King of Hell. Only the frail, seemingly carefree Prince Gong Yichen came knocking beneath the moonlight.
“Miss Ye, your divinations are astonishing. Would you cast one for me?”
Ye Qingwu gazed into his unfathomable eyes and suddenly smiled.
“Your Highness, you've been pretending to be sick for over a decade. Aren't you tired?”
“How about this? We work together. You lend me your influence, and I'll help you... purge the traitors at the Emperor's side.”
Gong Yichen coughed, hiding the tempest in his eyes, then slowly raised a hand.
“Then, Miss Ye, let us turn the world upside down.”
From then on, she boldly read fortunes in public while he secretly moved the pieces and plotted the killings.
She stole confidential letters, and he suffered a “relapse” to hold off three thousand palace guards;
She divined the secrets of heaven and routed ten thousand troops, while he wiped out every hidden enemy post within a hundred miles of their rival nation;
The night she was imprisoned in the palace, he shed his sickly facade and stormed through its gates in bloodstained armor.
“From this day forward, I will change the color of this empire for her.”
Only then did the court realize:
The arrogant fortune-teller wasn't calculating fate, but the workings of every heart and the world itself;
The frail prince wasn't after power, but wanted to protect her freedom to be audacious for the rest of her life.
