Chapter 128
Chapter 128: Observing the Meridian and Gazing at Qi to Judge Fortune
Hearing this, Yun Wan Ning’s eyes curved in a bright smile, her heart blooming with joy.
[Big Brother, I truly didn’t misjudge you.]
[I knew it—Big Brother is brilliant beyond compare and would never let me down.]
[Yes, yes, yes, now I’ll just sit quietly and watch to see if this Daoist is a wandering fraud or truly has some skill.]
Yun Wan Chen: “…”
Madam Yun: “…”
The little milk bun had clearly gotten her wish.
“Very well, let’s do as Chen’er says.” Madam Yun nodded, then turned to the steward: “Steward, invite this gentleman in.”
The steward’s brows twitched, and he was about to comply, when the Daoist arrogantly swept his sleeve and squeezed past him.
“Did you hear? Your mistress has told you to let me in. Why aren’t you stepping aside?”
Steward: “…”
Hmph, what’s there to be smug about?
The madam and young master merely agreed to let you in, not to believe your nonsense. The Duke is prosperous in his career, influential at court, and highly valued by His Majesty—how could the household possibly suffer from poor feng shui? I’ll be watching to see what you can come up with.
“Madam, young master, this humble Daoist roams the four seas and happened to pass through. By chance, I observed dark, dim twin currents circling above your residence—an omen of great misfortune and decline. I fear your household’s feng shui has a serious problem.”
Before Madam Yun and Yun Wan Chen could even question him, the Daoist hurried to explain his origins and reasons.
Hearing this, Yun Wan Ning’s eyes lit up slightly.
[Daoists of real skill often possess an art for gazing at qi to judge fortune.]
[If the qi is bright, one prospers; if it is dark, one declines. Red qi signals immense wealth, black qi foretells disaster, purple qi great nobility, golden qi the Dao. It shifts with circumstances, and there can be mixed hues as well…]
[This Daoist knows the qi-gazing art, so perhaps he truly has some skill.]
[Maybe he can really solve my family’s feng shui problem.]
If that were true, it would be wonderful—she wouldn’t need to exhaust herself pondering ways to fix the household layout.
Madam Yun smiled faintly. This was someone her husband had personally invited—how could he not have some skill?
Seeing her expression, and recalling Yun Wan Ning’s heart voice, Yun Wan Chen’s thoughts stirred, and he instantly understood.
No wonder a Daoist had suddenly appeared today insisting their household’s feng shui was flawed, refusing to be driven away—it must be because their little sister had already noticed something and thought about it, and their mother overheard. This Daoist had surely been brought in by their parents to put on a show for her.
With that thought, Yun Wan Chen looked at the Daoist with a touch more respect.
“I am Yun Wan Chen. May I ask, sir, which master you are?”
“Master is too grand; you may call me Daoist Jing Yuan Zi.”
The Daoist smiled, stroking his beard with the air of a man from beyond the mortal world.
Hearing this name, Yun Wan Ning couldn’t hold back a laugh in her heart.
[Pfft… Jing Yuan Zi, what a funny name—no offense, but it really is hilarious.]
[Jing Yuan, Jing Yuan—sounds like there’s not a single yuan left. Sir, are you perhaps from the Sun Tribe?]
Madam Yun: “…”
Yun Wan Chen: “…”
What was a yuanzi? And what was the Sun Tribe?
How could such a tribe exist in the little bun’s previous world?
And why did just mentioning it make her so happy? Was it truly that funny?
Fortunately, the Daoist couldn’t hear her heart voice—otherwise, his expression would have been quite a sight.
[No, wait, how could I forget something so important? This Jing Yuan Zi never appeared in the original plot—there’s not even a mention of his name.]
[So what does it mean for him to appear now?]
[Showing up out of nowhere to move the plot along—how strange.]
It wasn’t strange at all—it was her father’s arrangement, Madam Yun thought silently.
Yun Wan Chen, ignoring his sister’s musings, invited Jing Yuan Zi into the main hall, ordered tea, and began chatting warmly.
“To be frank, master, our family has long enjoyed smooth fortunes. My father’s career rises step by step, and our family is safe, healthy, and harmonious. It truly doesn’t seem like there’s a feng shui problem. Yet you say there is a great misfortune hanging over us—why is that?”
Jing Yuan Zi laughed heartily. “Young friend, as the saying goes, mountains change shape, waters change course—nothing in this world is fixed, and neither is feng shui.
A residence’s feng shui shifts with the master’s fortunes, the placement of its gardens, and so on.
Your household indeed has the aspect of soaring prosperity, but this will not last long. Without adjustment, disaster will soon come.
I have already observed your home’s current qi, and strangely, it should be a time of constant misfortune and ruin—yet for some reason, the ill omen has been suppressed…”
His eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
Though Yun Wan Chen didn’t know the man’s true background, his words struck a chord. He glanced instinctively at the little bun in his arms.
She bit her finger, staring at the Daoist with suspicion.
[Isn’t the Yun family in the original story suffering constant calamities?]
[First Big Brother crippled, then Mother framed, Second Brother exiled, Eldest Sister manipulated…]
[Looks like this Daoist does know a thing or two.]
[But what does it mean that the ill omen is suppressed?]
[Is it because Mother and Sister were reborn, Big Brother’s legs healed, Second Brother’s fate changed?]
[Ugh, my head hurts. Never mind. This time none of that will happen anyway.]
[Once the feng shui is fixed, I can relax and lie flat.]
She didn’t notice Madam Yun and Yun Wan Chen exchanging a strange look—both thought the ill omen must be suppressed because of her. It was she who healed his legs, and her heart voice that changed everyone’s fate.
“May I ask, master, if there is a way to resolve our feng shui problem?”
Jing Yuan Zi returned from his thoughts and nodded. “Yes, but I must first examine the layout before I can decide.”
So Yun Wan Chen carried Yun Wan Ning, leading Jing Yuan Zi through the residence.
Two hours later, night had fully fallen. Jing Yuan Zi used lightness skill to leap to the highest roof.
“Young friend, come with me.”
Without hesitation, Yun Wan Chen followed with his sister. From the rooftop, they overlooked the grounds.
“You see, your estate’s shape is like a phoenix spreading its wings—an extremely auspicious form. But that lake cuts across the phoenix’s throat. Does it not resemble a rope?”
Yun Wan Chen nodded—it truly did look like a thin rope strangling the phoenix.
[Oh, just as I thought—he’s pinpointed the key problem.]
[Since he can see it, the solution should be easy.]
[Wow, am I manifesting wishes now? I think of fixing the feng shui, and the next day a Daoist comes to solve it.
And earlier, when I didn’t want Su Qian Xue to complete her mission—she still hasn’t.
That day I saw her talking to the system, her failed task count was still two. So this one’s taking a long time.
Oh, and before that, I wanted Mother to find Yang Xin’er’s letter—she did. I wanted Big Brother healed—his legs recovered…]
[Every time I wish for something, it happens. If that’s not wish manifestation, what is?]
[This is good, very good. I must think of more good things from now on.]
Yun Wan Chen: “…”
Fine. Even if they were the ones making her wishes come true, calling it wish manifestation wasn’t entirely wrong.
“This rope throttling the phoenix is inauspicious,” Jing Yuan Zi continued. “To fix the feng shui, one must work on this lake. I have two solutions: first, cut the lake off entirely, freeing the phoenix’s throat. Second, divert the lake underground so it flows beneath the phoenix—water aiding its flight, a supreme auspice.”
[Ha, exactly the same as what I thought—great minds think alike.]
[Big Brother, he’s right. These are the best solutions. You must remember this and tell Father so he can start the work at once.]
[If my wish manifestation works, Father will act immediately, and I can finally sleep in peace.]
She tugged at his sleeve, yawning—already drowsy. She’d seen the scenery many times; it no longer held much interest.
Yun Wan Chen, amused by her heart voice, rubbed her ear gently—small enough to catch Jing Yuan Zi’s eye.
The Daoist looked at Yun Wan Ning with interest, recalling how Yun Zheng had boasted about his youngest daughter—born wise, with a face of great fortune that would bless the entire family. Before, Jing Yuan Zi hadn’t fully believed him. But seeing her now, he knew it was true.
This was indeed a rare countenance of immense wealth and auspice, a blessing that extended to all around her. If her appearance was this noble, her fate must be even more extraordinary.
He couldn’t help but envy Yun Zheng—what virtue had the man accumulated to have such a daughter?
Meanwhile, Yun Wan Ning’s mind had already wandered.
[Ah, I nearly forgot—while following Big Brother around looking at feng shui, I lost track of Su Qian Xue. I wonder what happened after she snuck into the royal manor.]
[I’d better check if there are new messages.]
She closed her eyes, diving into her mind, and found many messages she’d overlooked.
[Tsk, chat boxes are the best—you can check them anytime without constantly watching, and still not miss anything.]
[Let’s see what’s been going on.]
One glance startled her.
Su Qian Xue had used an invisibility talisman to sneak into Prince Qi’s manor, following the system’s guidance to find Mo Yuan Hao—but the talisman’s effect ended before she reached him. She hid behind an artificial hill, waiting for another chance, when she saw Yun Wan Ye striding in to find Mo Yuan Hao.
Her mind snapped.
Yun Wan Ning was also stunned.
[What? Second Brother went to see Mo Yuan Hao? Was it just business, or because of Su Qian Xue?]
[What is going on? My CPU is about to overheat.]
[Ahhh, I want to search his soul with spiritual power to see what secrets he’s hiding.]
[No, no, no—he’s my own brother, not a stranger. I can’t do that. I must restrain myself.]
[Yes, this is dangerous thinking. I must never think this way again. Secrets belong to Second Brother, not to me.]
Hearing this, Yun Wan Chen broke into a cold sweat, relaxing only at the end. Thank goodness she gave up the idea—otherwise, the whole family’s secrets would be exposed.