Qi Chengye was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something. He bowed to Ye Xianya and said with a smile, "I wonder if Miss Ye could tell my fortune?"

"What does the Prince Gong's son want to ask?" Ye Xianya had nothing to do at the moment, and since she was free anyway, she agreed.

She's become a bit addicted to fortune telling these past few months.

"I heard that after Uncle Jiu ascends the throne, he will adopt one of his nephews and make him the crown prince. I would like to trouble Miss Ye to help me calculate whether that person is me?"

Some things are better asked directly than overthinking, to avoid causing Grandma and Mother unnecessary worry.

Actually, neither he nor his father cared about this.

If we could get a definite answer from Miss Ye, it would be just what could make my grandmother and mother give up this idea.

Ye Xianya hadn't expected him to ask that. Without even thinking about it, she shook her head and said, "It's not you!"

Her father had mentioned this matter to her, but... he said that the adoption should be discussed at least a few years later.

If, after a few years, Father and Mother are unable to have a child of their own, then Father will definitely have to adopt one.

Qi Chengye is very much like his father, Prince Gong; he's somewhat irresponsible and playful, making him unsuitable to inherit the throne.

If that day ever comes, Father will definitely choose Qi Chengyuan, the eldest son of the Fifth Prince Qi Yansheng.

Of course, she had already calculated for her mother and father that they would soon have a child of their own.

"Thank you for clearing up my doubts, Miss Ye. I'll take my leave now!" Having received confirmation, Qi Chengye did not linger and quickly departed.

After he had walked away, Furong, who was standing behind Ye Xianya, said, "Miss, this Prince Gong's son is quite stingy!"

"What do you mean?" Ye Xianya asked with a smile.

"He asked a lady to tell his fortune, but he didn't even pay her!" Furong pouted.

Ye Xianya laughed upon hearing this.

The master and servant walked and chatted happily.

After dinner, Ye Xianya took Zhengzheng to the outskirts of Beijing and found the small courtyard rented by Feng Chunming and Lü Sanniang.

It was almost dark when Feng Chunming was waiting at the door. When he saw Ye Xianya arrive, he quickly went up to greet her: "Miss Ye, you've finally arrived!"

"Have you had dinner yet?" Ye Xianya asked with a smile.

“She’s used it!” Feng Chunming nodded. “Third Sister is the same as before. She still set out an extra set of chopsticks and bowls, and added rice and vegetables to the empty bowl, telling her daughter to eat more. But I still couldn’t see anything. May I ask Miss Ye, do you have any way to let me see her? Even just a glimpse would be enough for me.”

His daughter had been dead for three years, and he had been thinking about her and grieving for her for three years.

Before consulting Ye Xianya for divination, he thought his wife must be possessed and hallucinating.

After consulting Ye Xianya's divination today, Feng Chunming learned that his daughter's spirit had not left and was lingering around them every day. Not only was he not afraid, but he also longed to see his daughter.

Before Ye Xianya could reply, Feng Chunming asked again, "Miss Ye, if I bring the talisman you gave me today, will it harm my daughter's soul?"

If this thing could hurt his daughter, he would rather throw it away than keep it with him.

Even if he were to become tainted by ghostly energy, leading to physical weakness or a serious illness, he wouldn't care.

That was his daughter. Even if she became a ghost, he would still want to protect her.

"This talisman can prevent ghostly energy from entering your body and harming your physical form, but it will not harm your daughter's soul!"

As Ye Xianya spoke, she sighed and said, "You go out to the capital every day to work as a porter, and you don't stay at home for long, so you are not greatly affected. Your wife, Lü Sanniang, stays in the courtyard every day, and your daughter is particularly dependent on her and often comes out to see her, so... your wife has been tainted by a lot of ghostly energy, her health is not good, and she can also see your daughter's spirit."

"I see!" Feng Chunming suddenly understood after hearing Ye Xianya's words.

"After your daughter is reincarnated, I will remove the ghostly aura from you, and your wife will recover soon!"

After Ye Xianya finished speaking, she handed a talisman to Feng Chunming: "Put this talisman on the center of your forehead, and you will be able to see your daughter's soul after you enter the house."

"Thank you very much, Miss Ye!" Feng Chunming quickly expressed his gratitude.

Ye Xianya followed Feng Chunming into the courtyard and headed towards the kitchen.

"Third Sister is washing dishes in the kitchen, and Frost Flower must be over there too!" he said, quickening his pace.

In the kitchen, Lü Sanniang was boiling a large pot of water and washing dishes.

She glanced at the fire pit from time to time, watching her daughter's small figure, and smiled: "Shuanghua, be careful... don't get too close, lest sparks hit your face."

Although she did not receive a response from her daughter, Lü San Niang was still in a good mood.

"Shuanghua, what do you want to eat tomorrow? Mother will make it for you!"

"Don't blame your father. He didn't want to tie Mom up. He just felt that Mom was a little confused. He had to go out to earn money and was worried about leaving me alone at home, so he tied me up!"

Lu Sanniang's face was filled with a happy smile: "Your father is the best to us, mother and son. No matter how hard or tiring it is, he can't bear to let me do heavy work. He only wants me to stay with you. A few days ago, he bought me a piece of cloth to make a new dress, but I couldn't bear to part with it. I used it to make a dress for you instead. The color is a bit old-fashioned for you, but I embroidered your favorite butterfly on it with silk thread..."

When Feng Chunming entered the kitchen, he saw the scene he had often witnessed three years ago.

The wife cleared the dishes, while the daughter helped tend the fire in the stove; the two chatted and laughed.

Countless memories flooded his mind; he had thought he would never see them again in this lifetime.

“Frost Flower.” Feng Chunming looked at his daughter, tears streaming down his face.

His frost flower still looked the same as when he died three years ago, still wearing that floral dress.

"Husband, you can see the frost flowers too?" Lü Sanniang's eyes were full of surprise.

"I told you Shuanghua wasn't dead, that she was still alive, but you wouldn't believe me. You even said I'd gone mad. Now you should believe me, right?"

"Shuanghua!" Feng Chunming rushed over, wanting to hug his daughter, but he couldn't hold onto anything and stumbled and fell to the ground.

As daughters grow up, they should avoid their fathers. From the time Shuanghua was six years old, he never held his daughter again, and later... he never had such an opportunity again.

Feng Chunming was filled with regret. If he could have another chance, he wouldn't care about those rules; he just wanted to love his daughter dearly.

Unfortunately, it was all just wishful thinking.

Feng Chunming sat on the ground and burst into tears.

Even when his daughter passed away, he never cried as heartbrokenly as he did today.

"Father!" Shuanghua looked at Feng Chunming who had fallen to the ground with a somewhat anxious expression, but she knew that she could not possibly help her father up, because she was just a soul now and had no body.

"Husband!" Lü Sanniang quickly dried her hands and reached out to help Feng Chunming.