Chengshuo told him yesterday that the girl had changed her surname to "Ye," and he almost called her by the wrong name just now.

"You're a member of the Imperial Guard!" Ye Xianya asked with a smile when she saw him wearing armor.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Pei Junqi nodded hurriedly. "After I returned to the capital from Weiyang County, I joined the Imperial Guard and am now a fifth-rank military officer. Miss Ye, can you find the thief in the portrait?"

Although Pei Junqi really wanted Ye Xianya to tell his fortune, he could also distinguish between what was important and what was urgent.

“He carried a magical artifact, which is specifically designed to counter divination. The results of ordinary Taoist calculations are either wrong or delayed. Even if powerful Taoists can find his location, that location is already a long time ago.” Ye Xianya paused slightly as she spoke, “By the time you went there, he had already been gone for a long time.”

“That’s right, that’s right.” Pei Junqi nodded quickly.

Upon hearing the commotion, Deputy Commander Zhao Jiang quickly came over.

"Junqi, can this young lady pinpoint the thief's location?"

Although the girl in front of him looked very young, and her attire clearly indicated that she was a young girl who had not yet reached marriageable age, Zhao Jiang, as the deputy commander of the Imperial Guard, had lived in the capital for many years and was quite knowledgeable, knowing that one cannot judge a book by its cover.

“My lord, I am questioning Miss Ye,” Pei Junqi said hurriedly.

Ye Xianya paid no attention to their conversation, as she was currently using her mystical arts and powerful soul energy to search for the man in the portrait.

Ordinary magical artifacts can affect the results of divination, but they cannot affect the esoteric practitioner.

Some clear images gradually appeared in Ye Xianya's mind.

"This man is currently pacing in front of a mansion in Willow Grove Lane in the east of the city. This mansion should be his target tonight. He will pass through this lane and enter Caixia Street. In about half an hour, he will go to Zuixianlou Restaurant in Sweet Water Lane for a meal. He is disguised and looks like a noble young man in his twenties, wearing a brown silk robe, holding a folding fan, and the hem of his robe has cloud patterns..."

Ye Xianya paused slightly as she spoke, because the Peach Blossom Abode that her mother and the others were going to open was right next to the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.

She predicted yesterday that Qi Jiu would suffer a bloody disaster. Could it be because of this?

However, she consulted her second uncle, and he was fine.

Although fortune telling for relatives can sometimes be inaccurate, she wasn't an ordinary Taoist priest, so her accuracy was quite good.

"Lord Zhao, it takes about 15 minutes to walk from here to Zuixianlou. Let's go there ahead of time to set up an ambush and capture this thief," Pei Junqi said excitedly.

"But...but...is what this girl said accurate?" Zhao Jiang was already a little confused.

He had previously consulted fortune tellers, but even those from the ten major Taoist sects, who possessed the ability to foresee the future, could only give him a general idea.

It will absolutely not be specific to a particular time or place.

And they even know what people are wearing.

It was so precise that it even extended to the pattern on the hem of the garment.

This is terrifying!

This was the first time he had encountered such a skilled diviner, so he couldn't believe it.

“It’s definitely accurate. Let me tell you, when I was in Weiyang County before…” Pei Junqi pulled Zhao Jiang aside and started talking about what happened in Weiyang County before. After he finished speaking, he took out three hundred taels of silver notes from his pocket and put them on Ye Xianya’s table: “Thank you, Miss Ye. We’ll go and arrest them right away.”

“This…” Zhao Jiang wanted to say that Pei Junqi was paying money before the person had even been caught, which seemed a bit too hasty.

Pei Junqi, however, hurriedly dragged him toward the direction of Zuixianlou.

"Lord Zhao, remember to give me three hundred taels of silver when you get back..."

Pei Junqi's voice faded into the distance. After all the Imperial Guards had left, all the fortune tellers stared at Ye Xianya with varying expressions.

The onlookers in the distance began to whisper among themselves.

A short, thin old woman suddenly pushed her way out of the crowd, ran quickly to Ye Xianya, and bowed as she said, "Miss... can you calculate anything?"

Ye Xianya nodded upon hearing this. She carefully examined the old woman's face and said softly, "Auntie, are you looking for your son who went missing thirteen years ago?"

"Yes." The old woman nodded excitedly, tears welling up in her eyes.

In her search for her son, she consulted numerous fortune tellers over the years, even visiting the ten major Taoist sects outside the capital. In the end, the Taoist masters all told her that her son was in Lingnan Province.

The Lingnan province is so large, how are they supposed to find people?

However, in order to find her son, she and her husband left the capital and went to Lingnan Province, where they stayed for ten years, but they still did not find their son.

Ye Xianya did some quick calculations and discovered that the old woman and her son had been separated for too long, and the karmic connection between them was almost severed.

Divination techniques can only provide a rough estimate.

"Your son is in Xunyang County, Qi'an Prefecture, Lingnan Province."

Ye Xianya could only calculate this much; to know more specific details, she would have to use mystical arts.

After she established her foundation, she could use her mystical arts three times a day. Now, after absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to nourish her body, she can use them five times.

I never expected that the first two divinations I did today would require me to use mystical arts twice.

"In Qiaotou Village, Xunyang County, there is a large willow tree in front of his house. Pasted on the door are last year's couplets: the first line reads 'May your house be filled with gold and jade, and your family prosper,' and the second line reads..."

Ye Xianya told the old woman everything she had seen.

The old woman was overjoyed upon hearing this. She asked Ye Xianya to write it down on paper, then took out a string of coins from her bosom and placed it on the table: "Young lady, I can't give you much, but thank you very much. If I can find my son, I will definitely set up a longevity tablet for you, burn incense and kowtow to you every day, and pray that you will live a long and healthy life."

Ye Xianya charges ten coins for a fortune telling, and one string of coins is a thousand coins.

This old lady gave too much.

It's not easy for ordinary people to save up some money.

Just as Ye Xianya was about to return the extra copper coins to her, the old woman had already hurriedly run away.

She's going to find her son!

Many people gathered there, and some thought Ye Xianya was truly amazing, while others thought they were just acting.

Even if the fortune telling for the officials was true, the fortune telling for this old woman must have been false.

Who is so capable that they can find a son who has been lost for more than ten years and even know where the son lives?

Is this something a human could do?

Even the immortal masters of the ten major Taoist sects couldn't do it!

People started whispering among themselves.

"Young lady, could you please tell me when I will be able to get married?" A young man sat down in a chair and said frivolously.

Upon hearing this, Ye Xianya looked up at him, and after a moment frowned: "You married three years ago. Judging from your appearance, you are not a long-lived person. You will never have the chance to marry again in this lifetime!"

Trying to mess with her?

Then don't blame her for telling the truth.

At first, the man thought Ye Xianya was quite capable when she told him that she was married, but he immediately turned hostile when she told him that she was not a long-lived person.