The Real Heiress’ Fortune-Telling Is So Accurate, Everyone Begs Her to Stop

[Impostor heiress + ancient fantasy with mysticism + devoted couple + ghost hunting + sharp-tongued heroine + a mouth blessed with uncanny accuracy + protective hero]

(The rating just came out, so it should rise.)

Shen Qingwu’s words are as good as a blessed oracle. Say someone will lose money, and it happens; predict disaster, and disaster strikes. The villagers call her the “Little Jinx.”

In her previous life, she burned through all her cultivation to protect the people. In this life, she was abandoned in a river when she was just a month old and was luckily adopted by an old Taoist priest.

Fifteen years later, on his deathbed, her master casts a divination for her: her birth parents are the Shen family of the capital, whose entire household now bears the fate of a lone star.

Within five years, they will be ruined and die, and as a member of the Shen bloodline, she will not escape their fate.

Having known poverty for too long, Shen Qingwu immediately takes her white fox down the mountain to find her family.

When she first meets her sixth older brother, she bluntly tells him that the child his concubine is carrying is not his. Her words leave everyone stunned.

After entering the prime minister’s residence, she easily sees through Shen Ruoxi, the adopted daughter who took her place, when she repeatedly tries to sow discord at the dinner table.

She discovers that the Third Prince, Qiao Yan, is a child of fortune, yet someone has stolen his luck, leaving him plagued by misfortune.

When the prince comes to seek treatment, Shen Qingwu asks about payment first. Only after accepting a thousand taels in silver notes does she readily agree to treat him.

While breaking the formation, she exhausts her spiritual power and falls from a great height. Qiao Yan catches her safely.

The first thing she says when she opens her eyes is that he has been holding her for too long. She shows not a hint of girlish coyness.

After this, Commandery Princess Wanrong sends people to spy on her, hoping to scheme against her.

Shen Qingwu doesn’t care. With a cold laugh, she warns them: her mouth is blessed with uncanny accuracy. If they want to provoke her, they’d better first consider whether they’re ready for disaster to strike.

From then on, she spills secrets and hunts ghosts with every word, humiliating her enemies at every turn and keeping the Shen family safe. The whole capital lives in fear, begging, “Auntie, please stop talking!”

“No way. My mouth is blessed, and it wants to talk.”