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Xu Yi was the first female fortune teller in the Great Zhou Dynasty. She was a fortune teller and a housekeeper. She was a slippery fox in the camp. The powerful people could not catch a fox by its tail.
She cuffs. The two husbands died cleanly, and the third one was brought into the house. People in the capital were betting on the date of his death.
Oh, why should a woman worry about not having a husband?
Men should die as much as possible, only their swords should not be rusted, and they should not be thrown away by wolves.
Ning Lan is the abandoned child she raised with her own hands. Her sharpest blade is a shadow that cannot see the light.
When the corruption case arose, her relatives and courtiers fought to push her out as a sacrifice.
They didn't know that the dragon vein selected by the Xu family a hundred years ago in the Great Zhou Dynasty was completely cut off as early as the age of Xu Yi and Ji Ji.
The nobles only thought that the alchemists were pretending to be gods and ghosts, but they did not know that the real destiny was what all the people had to believe in.
On the day of Saibei's rebellion, she personally sent Ning Lan off to the battle. Everyone was thinking about the safety of the new emperor. Xu Yi stood on the city wall, but he was thinking about another thing:
Destiny is precious, but fate is unworthy.
Which kind of life is more unchangeable?
Intention: Destiny is in your own hands.
