Zhu Huaijun felt a pang of pity as he looked at Lu Ning, whose face was pale.

“I saw your husband and your cousin go to the inn in Donglin Lane together. I only saw their backs at the time, so I wasn’t sure and that’s why I asked you.”

The inns in Donglin Lane are all private residences, unlike other inns.

These inns are not registered with the Chamber of Commerce and only operate at night; nine out of ten people who go there are there for secret rendezvous.

Lu Ning couldn't withstand the blow and staggered, almost fainting.

Song Yushu hurriedly helped her up and settled her on the soft couch, then handed her a cup of hot tea.

Fu An'an slammed her hand on the table in anger.

"That scoundrel! Everything he has now was thanks to the Lu family's support. How dare he..."

Seeing that everyone was still furious, Jiang Qingwan didn't interrupt and waited until they had finished venting their anger before speaking.

"Perhaps her husband can't be blamed for this."

Lu Ning had just caught his breath when he heard this and sat up excitedly.

"What does the little fairy mean?"

Jiang Qingwan pointed to the broken objects on the table.

"Five thousand taels, I'll help you resolve these issues, and I'll also give you a talisman to ensure you won't be harmed by these things again. But as I said, the choice is yours."

"Whether he betrayed you or was misled and acted against his will, you have to find out for yourself. After all, I can't predict people's hearts."

Lu Ning, who was originally heartbroken, suddenly calmed down.

She was the only daughter of the Lu family. The patriarch of the Lu family had once been the Grand Tutor and a tutor to the retired emperor. Even the current Left Chancellor had to address her as "teacher," not to mention all the civil officials in the court.

Lu Ning was taught by the old man from a young age, and her courage, boldness, and vision are unmatched by ordinary women.

Despite this upheaval, his spirit remained steadfast.

She took Song Yushu's hand and stepped off the soft couch, then curtsied to Jiang Qingwan.

"Thank you for your advice, Fairy. I would like to ask you for another amulet. I'm willing to pay any amount of silver. Please grant my request."

Jiang Qingwan didn't speak. She took out two blank talisman papers from her purse, traced the talisman with her fingers, and then folded them into a triangle shape and handed them over.

"Never kill any living being!"

Lu Ning's heart skipped a beat.

The moment she learned the truth, she truly had murderous intent.

Jiang Qingwan's words were like a wake-up call, pulling her back from her somewhat out-of-control rationality.

At this moment, the maidservant curtsied outside the door.

"Madam, the silver notes have been retrieved."

Lu Ning personally went over to get the silver notes, handed them to Jiang Qingwan with both hands, and then carefully tucked the talisman into his pocket.

"Sisters, I have something to attend to, so please excuse me today."

Fu An'an was somewhat worried.

But this is, after all, a family background, and no matter how good their relationship is, it's not appropriate for them to interfere.

Unless it really comes to the point of divorce.

After Lu Ning left, Zhu Huaijun suddenly asked, "Little fairy, I've heard that those who do good deeds accumulate merit, and those who accumulate merit will surely be blessed. Is this true or false?"

Jiang Qingwan looked at her.

"Yes, but blessings vary. Some people are loyal and virtuous all their lives, speaking out for the people, but they die tragically in the wilderness, not having a good end. Their blessings will then extend to the people they care about, or to their descendants. This is what you often call the blessings of ancestors."

Zhu Huaijun's eyes suddenly reddened, and he lowered his head slightly before raising it again after a moment.

Will he be reincarnated?

Jiang Qingwan really wanted to roll her eyes.

"I only know some magic and can predict good and bad fortune, but I'm not a charlatan."

There is no such thing as reincarnation in this world.

If that were true, would the eight stone statues enshrined in the ancestral temple in Qilian Mountain still need to keep haunting her master in dreams, asking him to reshape their golden bodies?

Zhu Huaijun smiled bitterly.

Mo Qingrui felt a little reluctant.

“Jiang Meizi, back when the Great Zhou and the Great Sui went to war, her brother was in charge of military supplies transportation. He was not supposed to go to the battlefield, but his entire squad died on the border, and not even a bone was found. She hasn’t been able to sleep peacefully these past few years.”

Jiang Qingwan glanced at Zhu Huaijun.

"You want to find bones? One hundred taels."

Zhu Huaijun was overjoyed.

Without saying a word, he took out the silver note.

After all these years, she no longer expects anyone to be alive.

Finding her remains would be enough for her.

Jiang Qingwan asked Zhu Huaijun for a handkerchief she carried with her, and then had her drip a drop of blood onto the handkerchief.

Then he began drawing talismans.

Originally, by using the blood of a blood relative to condense a trace of her spiritual power, one could find the person by carrying this handkerchief.

But the moment the talisman was formed, the blood droplet dissipated.

Her brow furrowed.

What is your brother's birth date and time (according to the Chinese sexagenary cycle)?

Zhu Huaijun quickly repeated it.

Jiang Qingwan calculated with her fingers, and after a moment said, "He's not dead."

"What?"

Zhu Huaijun asked anxiously, "Little Fairy, are you saying that my brother is still alive? Do you know where he is? Why hasn't he come to the capital to find me? Is he injured and unable to move? Or... or is he imprisoned and unable to return?"

Song Yushu, afraid of frightening the person, quickly reached out to stop him.

"How is she supposed to answer all these questions at once?"

Zhu Huaijun realized he had lost his composure and quickly calmed himself down.

"Please don't be offended, little fairy. I... I was just too excited."

Jiang Qingwan threw the handkerchief into the stove where tea was being brewed.

As it burns, it turns a bluish-green color.

"I don't know why he didn't come back, but I'm certain he's not dead. As for when you'll be able to meet..."

She paused, a serious look flashing in her eyes.

"It won't make it past the end of this year."

Zhu Huaijun was overjoyed.

He bowed to Jiang Qingwan again.

“I believe what the little fairy said. I will set up an altar for you when I get back today and offer incense every day without fail.”

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