At the Family Reunion Banquet, I Raised a Glass to the Dead

At the family recognition banquet, the real heiress Wen Jingzhe raised her glass. "A toast to the old master. In three days, his coffin can drink for him."

The whole room cursed her as crazy. That night, the coffin split open.

Thrown out by the wealthy family? Perfect. She reopened Listening Thunder Hall, the business her mother had left behind, and began livestreaming investigations. Every verdict she delivered came true.

The fake heiress hired a master to steal her luck? Wen Jingzhe dismantled the altar in front of everyone.

An esteemed family of mystics tried to force her to rejoin their clan? She splashed tea over the invitation to become their disciple.

Bai Ye of the Northlands declared that he would make her leave on her knees after three contests.

She accepted the challenge and also brought home a man whose origins were a mystery.

She could keep perfect accounts and calculate anything, except for one thing:

Why did the old knot on the wrist of the person who handed her an umbrella that rainy night grow darker with every passing year?