After Her Divination Bones Shattered, She Stopped Saving People

In the twenty-third year of Yong’an in the Dayan calendar, the Duke of Zhenguo’s household publicly broke off an engagement. Xie Jin looked coldly at Li Shuwan kneeling on the ground, his voice utterly devoid of warmth. “You claim you can use divination bones to avert my calamity? Absurd. It’s nothing but a swindler’s trick.” Xie Yun tossed a pair of ancient divination bones at her feet. “My sister’s heart has already been transplanted into Qingfu. What use are you now?” Li Shuwan picked up the bloodstained divination bones and smiled for the first time in nineteen years. That smile was cold to the bone. When her younger sister died in her arms, she cast the final divination of her life with the bones: Double Yin Faces Heaven, Heaven’s Wrath. That very day, the death curses of the Xie brothers struck all at once, and the entire household was filled with wails. Only then did the world learn that the “Heaven-ordained Goddess” who had been docile for nineteen years had never been a fraud. She simply didn’t want to divine anymore. **The divination bones are broken, and her fate is spent. In this life, she’ll live only for herself.** Madam Xie fell to her knees and begged, “Shuwan, please cast one more lot, ” She turned the divination cup upside down on the table and rose to leave. “Heaven refuses.” The seven calamities rebounded upon the Xie brothers. They collapsed, coughing blood, slowly wasting away in unbearable agony. From then on, she would no longer burn herself up for anyone. She set up a fortune-telling stall in the south of the capital and, drawing on nineteen years of true expertise in fate and destiny, pulled herself up from the mire one step at a time. The secrets of the Directorate of Fate, the undercurrents at court, and right and wrong turned upside down: she would set each one straight. Not for revenge. But to finish the road her sister never got to walk. In time, everyone in the capital knew that Miss He in the south of the city could predict the future with uncanny accuracy and never cast a divination cup. They also knew that Shen, an editor at the Hanlin Academy, always headed south after work. He couldn’t tell chives from scallions, but he went more often than anyone.