A master of the occult is reborn as the legitimate daughter of a disgraced Minister of Rites, and makes a fortune telling fortunes, until she stops Prince Jing, the jade-faced demon, on the streets of the Western Market as he returns victorious from battle.
The fearsome man, brimming with murderous energy atop his horse, lowers his eyes.
But her eyes shine as though she isn’t looking at a living King of Hell who terrifies everyone, but a priceless treasure fashioned by heaven and earth.
“My lord,” she calls, her clear voice carrying down the deathly silent street, “that murderous aura of yours is a priceless treasure worth a million taels of gold!”
The wind falls still.
As the armored guards tense their fingers and the townspeople gasp in horror, she lifts her face and beams at the powerful, deadly prince with a smile both sly and sincere. She even holds up three fingers and gives them a wiggle.
“How about working part-time as the treasure that guards my fortune-telling stall?”
“Thirty percent of the profits!”
Later, all of the capital knows that the keys to Prince Jing’s treasury are in the hands of Chu the Seer. Not only does the prince personally stand guard at her stall, he has given himself to her as well.
