On the very first day she was brought back to the wealthy Pei family, the fake heiress smashed an antique worth twenty-eight million yuan, then tearfully framed Pei Qingxuan.
Her biological parents forced her to apologize, while her older brother even presented her with a document severing their ties and sent her away with nothing.
Pei Qingxuan laughed.
She crushed a shard beneath her foot. “A Jingdezhen clay blank, aged with resin, one of a batch of fakes selling for two hundred yuan at Panjiayuan Market. And you expect me to pay for it?”
Fine, then. They could cut ties!
Everyone waited to see the country Taoist priestess starve on the street, unaware that she possessed Yin-Yang Heaven’s Eyes, allowing her to identify ancient and modern treasures, discern the living from the dead, and see the causes and consequences of events!
She picked up a Ming-dynasty golden Buddha for eighty yuan, unearthed a lost national treasure from a pile of junk, and charged a fortune for a single divination. The rich and powerful flocked to her door!
Later, the Pei family’s good fortune ran out, and they wept as they begged her to reclaim her place in the family.
Pei Qingxuan sneered. “Weren’t you the ones who told me to get lost?”
Later still, everyone in Beijing’s elite circle knew:
A single reading from Celestial Master Pei could change your fate.
Only the dreaded Ninth Master of the Xie family pinned her in his arms, his eyes red as he murmured:
“I don’t want to change my fate.”
“I only want you.”
