On Qingming Festival, as I was walking home with my husband after visiting our ancestors' graves, a Taoist priest blocked my way. "Young lady, your forehead looks dark. I fear disaster is coming for you!" I hurriedly asked, "Master, is it a blood-related calamity?" But the master stroked his beard and studied my husband. "No, no. This is a disaster caused by another person. I can see that the person beside you has found a new lover!" "That woman has a cinnabar mole behind her right ear. They've been secretly involved for half a year!" I was stunned. "Good heavens! Isn't he talking about my sister-in-law?" Song Shilin, standing nearby, went deathly pale and snapped, "What nonsense are you spouting, you swindler! My wife and I are perfectly happy!" "If you keep spreading lies, I'll call the police!" As he dragged me home, Song Shilin asked, "Honey, you don't actually believe that lunatic, do you?" I shook my head. How could I possibly believe him? Because that so-called master was someone I'd hired.
