In recent years, Qian Jin has consulted fortune tellers, but they can only give him a general direction. He has sent out many people and spent a lot of money, but he still can't find the person.

The young Taoist priest opposite him gave a similar explanation. Qian Jin thought about what Aunt He had said and didn't dare to accuse Yuan Qi of swindling. He suddenly grabbed Yuan Qi's wrist: "Young Taoist priest, since you have calculated that my son is safe and sound, can you accompany me to find my son? If you only point me in one direction, I won't be able to find him."

Yuan Qi saw through his thoughts at a glance; he didn't trust her. She smiled, her eyes crinkling: "Did you run into some con artists? They just gave you random directions, of course you can't find it."

With a flick of her wrist, she freed herself from his grasp: "Taking you to find it is no problem, but it will be at a different price."

Qian Jin was stunned. He had used considerable force, yet the other person had broken free so easily; this didn't seem like the strength of a nine-and-a-half-year-old child. And how did the other person know he had consulted a fortune teller?

He trusted Yuan Qi even more: "Alright, shall we go now? Which city gate should we go through, young Taoist priest?"

Yuan Qi pouted and glanced at him: "Wait a minute, let me figure out where he is first."

Qian Jin awkwardly said, "Please, young Taoist priest—"

Yuan Qi took out six copper coins from the cloth bag, then placed the coins in his palm, clasped them together, raised them above his head, and began to cast a divination by reciting Qian Songling's birth date and time. He also drew horizontal lines of varying lengths on the paper, and in a short while, a divination result appeared.

"Let's go. It's about a thousand miles away, probably Yangzhou. Head southeast and we'll exit through the south gate. It will take about five days. I need to tell my family. Lord Qian, please wait a moment."

"It can't possibly take five days, can it?" Qian Jin frowned and pondered. It's impossible to travel a thousand miles in five days.

"Five days is enough." Yuan Qi didn't even look up. He took out a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone from his cloth bag, wrote a line on the paper, folded it into a paper crane, dotted its eyes, and gently touched the paper crane with his fingertip, giving it a little spiritual power: "Go."

The paper crane flapped its wings and flew away, leaving Qian Jin completely dumbfounded. "Is the little Taoist priest a deity?"

Doesn't this mean he's sure to find his son this time?

Qian Jin greeted the coachman who was hiding in the alley not far away, and soon the carriage arrived.

Qian Jin instructed the servant who had come with him to have his wife wait at the city gate, as the couple wanted to go together.

At the city gate, Qian Jin's wife was helped into the carriage by her maid. Yuan Qi looked over and found that her eyesight was indeed not good. Her retina was grayish-white, and she would probably see very blurry things. However, with proper care, it could be restored.

“Madam Qian, if you keep crying, you will really go blind. Even if you find your son, you won’t be able to see him.”

Madam Qian could only see a blurry outline, probably a little girl wearing a blue Taoist robe. She waved her hands and went towards Yuan Qi, who quickly grabbed her hand: "Don't worry, we will definitely find your son."

Madam Qian was very excited: "The servant who brought the news said that the young Taoist priest is a deity descended to earth and can make paper cranes fly away. Young Taoist priest, as long as you can help me find my son, I will donate as much incense money as you want!"

Yuan Qi loved hearing this kind of talk, but she wasn't used to physical contact with others, so she put her hand back to Madam Qian: "Your son is a very fortunate person, but since they raised your son for several years, they probably won't let him go so easily. Lord Qian and Madam Qian had better think of a plan in advance."

Qian Jin frowned slightly: "Are you saying that this trip might not go smoothly for us?"

Yuan Qi smiled without saying a word; otherwise, she wouldn't have come.

The carriage was fast and steady. At noon, the driver saw the words "Yangzhou City" written on the city gate in front of him and was stunned: "My lord, my lady, Yangzhou City... we've arrived!"

"Nonsense!" Qian Jin got out of the car to check and saw the three words as well.

Yuan Qi jumped off the carriage and told him casually, "Shrinking the earth to an inch is just a little magic trick, nothing to be surprised about."

Qian Jin felt like he was dreaming, or that the name of the city in front of him was written wrong, or that his memory was faulty; Yangzhou City was not a thousand miles away, but a hundred miles away.

When they entered the city, Qian Jin and his wife were still in a daze.

Yangzhou was a commercially developed city, and many merchants traveled all over the world, accumulating countless riches. Those with immense wealth were as numerous as the stars in the sky.

Thinking of this, Qian Jin felt lost again and couldn't help but worry: "Little Taoist priest, Yangzhou City has a population of one million. Where are we supposed to look?"

Yuan Qi was not a deity, so naturally he did not know where Qian Songling was.

She pointed to a restaurant and said, "We're not in a hurry. Let's go in and eat something to fill our stomachs so we can find someone."

Qian Jin felt that Yuan Qi's abilities weren't that great anymore, so he was a little unhappy and wanted to find his son immediately!

It is indeed noon, and it's time for lunch.

He didn't say anything, and helped his wife into the restaurant.

While waiting for the food to be served, Yuan Qi cast another divination. Her small brows furrowed as she tilted her head to look at the hexagram: "It is the Kan hexagram. Those who receive this hexagram will have bad luck and many difficulties and obstacles. Things will be difficult, so one should act with caution."

Qian Jin didn't understand; he only remembered Yuan Qi saying that his son was blessed with great fortune.

"Young Taoist priest, didn't you say my son was blessed with great fortune? Why are there so many difficulties and dangers again?" There was a hint of complaint in his voice.

Madam Qian held his hand: "My lord, you must believe in the young Taoist priest. We've already arrived in Yangzhou. No matter how many difficulties we face, we must find our son. We've been searching for five years already, a few more days won't make a difference. Be patient."

Qian Jin nodded and quickly apologized to Yuan Qi: "Little Taoist priest, don't be angry. I was just too eager to see my son."

What he feared most was that Yuan Qi would give him the runaround and ultimately nothing would come of it. Over the past five years, he had offered a large reward and received clues from others, but they were all scams and the matter was eventually dropped. He was afraid that if he reported the matter to the authorities and those who provided clues were punished, others would be afraid to come forward with information.

He was afraid that Yuan Qi was also a fraudster.

He was afraid of being scammed again.

Yuan Qi didn't care about Qian Jin's attitude. She could understand his feelings. Everyone gets anxious when something happens, and not many people can stay calm.

"Lord Qian, there's no need to rush. This isn't something that can be done hastily. The divination indicates that your son is in a watery area northeast of Yangzhou. After we finish our meal, we'll find a boat to go there."

"Sigh." Qian Jin and his wife felt relieved, knowing that there was no use in worrying.

Yangzhou is most beautiful in March and April, with flowers blooming everywhere. The awning boats passing through the city, the young women dressed in bright and colorful clothes, the gentlemen with their slender figures, and the scholars drawing portraits on the street all create a beautiful picture.