Other people's Feng Shui masters can either control the wind and rain or direct the universe. And I, Su Qingying, the only descendant of eighteen generations of Feng Shui masters, have a daily job - show the direction of the stove at Aunt Wang's house next door, help Boss Li choose an auspicious day for the opening of his store, and also spend a long time arguing with Uncle Zhang, the vegetable seller downstairs, for two cents of garlic sprouts. Yes, I am that Feng Shui master who is hidden in the market and so low-key as to be in the dust. There is no golden finger or system. My "superpowers" all rely on the ancient books left by my ancestors, a fairly sensitive sixth sense, and... My gossipy heart that loves to watch the excitement. I thought that my life would be so ordinary, using Feng Shui knowledge to earn a living, until one day, a mysterious power of attorney broke my peaceful "living out" life. The client is a prominent family in the capital. There is a big problem with their ancestral tomb. It is said that it has affected the fortune of the entire family and even caused turmoil in the court. Me: "No, the feng shui of the ancestral graves is not good, what does it have to do with the overall situation of the court? I just want to earn some hard money in peace, and don't want to get involved in any grudges with rich families!" Inner OS: Damn, this job sounds a bit exciting! However, the ancestral precepts cannot be violated, and the family mission is on our shoulders. In order to find out the shocking secrets hidden behind the ancestral graves of that aristocratic family, I had to temporarily put down my little bench and melon seeds, go deep into the mansions of wealthy families, and deal with the powerful. From the dilapidated ancient tombs to the splendid palaces, I used my eyes to explore the direction of the dragon veins, and used my wisdom to decipher the mysteries of yin and yang. Faced with the secrets of aristocratic families that are superficially glamorous but actually have undercurrents,
