Mo Yiren transmigrated into a beggar who was about to starve to death on the street. Then she discovered that whenever she asked someone a question, they would always tell her the truth.
Even when she didn’t ask, anyone within two meters had an inexplicable urge to speak the truth.
Her eyes fixed on a tattered robe inside a ruined temple.
The next day, a female Daoist appeared on the street wearing a ragged robe. Her Daoist name was Wenxin, and she claimed she could resolve any doubts in the world. The first three questions each day were free.
Taking advantage of the free questions, a betrothed couple came in hand in hand, beaming with happiness.
The young man carefully supported his beloved. “Careful, my dear. What would you like to ask?”
The young woman shyly twisted her handkerchief. “Daoist, can you really see into people’s hearts? I want to ask if Yun truly loves me...”
“Ha! If you love me, hand over all your money after we’re married! If you ever dare cheat on me, I’ll beat your legs to a pulp...”
She hurriedly covered her mouth and stared awkwardly at her fiancé, who was looking back at her in alarm.
The young woman: “...”
She hurried to explain. “You fool, that’s not what you think. I don’t know why I just said what I really think. How could I possibly be a shrew? I definitely don’t think you’re a sucker...”
The young woman’s expression went blank. “...”
Mo Yiren, dressed in her Daoist robe, watched them.
To make a name for herself and earn enough for a bun, she cautiously asked what the young woman had wanted to know in the first place. “Do you truly love her?”
The young man felt a little regret, but they were already engaged and the betrothal gifts had been accepted. “Of course. I fell in love with Liniang at first sight. She was so beautiful, she took my breath away.
“I just think she has such a bewitching look. I wonder who’ll be better, her or Peony, Peony, and Cui’er at the Happy Spring House...”
He suddenly clamped a hand over his mouth.
“Smack!” The young woman’s shy expression vanished. She glared and slapped him. “You bastard! The engagement is off!”
Mo Yiren: “...Next.”
Before long, her stall was packed, but everyone was only watching. No one dared step forward.
Mo Yiren also discovered that whether it was a long-held secret or a subconscious thought they themselves weren’t aware of, if it existed in someone’s mind, even a mute could speak the “truth.”
Eventually, after earning enough to afford a full meal, Mo Yiren quietly slipped away. But word of her spread from person to person, and countless wealthy and powerful people came from far and wide to seek her out.
They say there’s a Daoist named Wenxin in Qi County, well-versed in wondrous arts and able to resolve any doubts in the world!
Mo Yiren was terrified, afraid that she’d make too many enemies and get hunted down one day.
She needed to find a powerful patron and secure a high-ranking position as soon as possible.
Theme: May justice walk among us
