Little Imperial Astrologer, You Can’t Escape Your Fate

On the very first night after Su Yuan transmigrated, she nearly died in the imperial prison. The next day, she stood trial before the court, while every official waited for her to lose her head. With nowhere left to turn, she blurted out: "The late emperor visited me in a dream last night. In three days, sweet rain will fall on the capital." Everyone thought she was crazy. Only Regent Xiao Zhi stared at her as if she were a brazen liar. Three days later, torrential rain poured down. Su Yuan was dumbfounded herself. From then on, whenever she casually said, "Something's wrong in the west of the city," bones were dug up that very night. Whenever she said someone had a dark aura between their brows, trouble struck their household the next day. The more she insisted she couldn't tell fortunes, the more the entire capital believed she was unfathomable. The common people revered her as a goddess. The emperor appointed her national preceptor. Only Xiao Zhi never believed her. He investigated her, tested her, and pressed her to reveal a flaw, yet time and again he pulled her back from certain death. Until one day, Su Yuan discovered that the System in her mind wasn't predicting the future. It was reading history that had already happened. But this was her first time in Dayong. So where had those familiar rains, those familiar palace walls, and that man, so familiar he made her heart race, come from? And Xiao Zhi finally realized: This little national preceptor, who never stopped spouting nonsense, might truly not be appearing in his life for the first time.