However, Qiao Lian'er waited patiently, and finally at dusk, the Taoist packed up and left.
There were many slips of paper on the table. The Taoist priest kept one and put it in his sleeve, and threw the rest into the trash can.
Qiao Lian'er wasn't sure if she had left the note. She followed the Taoist priest through three main streets and into a small alley.
The Taoist priest entered a small courtyard, cut a pound of braised beef, poured a cup of yellow wine, and brought out half a plate of leftover peanuts from the previous meal. He then sat down at the table and began to eat.
Qiao Lian'er waited patiently, believing that the fox's tail would eventually be revealed.
After finishing his meal, the Taoist priest wiped and tidied up all his ritual implements before going to sleep. He sat on the edge of the bed, took out the note from his sleeve, examined it carefully, and sighed.
“I am doomed by a terrible fate, and I am powerless to change it. I have the heart to save people, but I lack the ability to do so. In the end, my cultivation is too shallow.”
"Keep this note to remind yourself to cultivate yourself more and have fewer delusions, so as to help more people in the world."
Qiao Lian'er leaned closer to take a look, but it wasn't one of the notes she had written.
Perhaps she was overthinking it. He was just a worldly Taoist priest who wanted to make more money, but she could still see something in him and he still retained some conscience.
The Taoist priest blew out the tung oil lamp and went to sleep. The room was silent. Qiao Lian'er left.
After she left, the Taoist slowly opened his eyes, a sly smile appearing on his lips.
Even those in this line of work, if not highly skilled, possess some unconventional abilities that are beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Even if someone is nearby, you can still sense them through certain means. Although they may have concealed their presence and held their breath, the feeling of being a stranger remains unchanged.
He had memorized the girl's birth date and time, so even if he didn't take the note with him, it wouldn't make any difference.
Little brat, you're still too young to mess with him.
Qiao Lian'er didn't pay any more attention to this matter. After returning to the Qiao family and catching up on sleep in the time difference space, she went to Kachin again.
The next day, the Taoist priest found Song Ruier and handed him the birth date and time of Qiao Lian'er that he had written down.
"She only got this one birth date and time. As for the others, Qiao Lian'er didn't let them have their fortunes told. I guess she was being a little cautious."
"It's alright, one is enough." For Song Ruier, Qiao Lian'er is the backbone of the Qiao family. If something serious happens to her, the Qiao family will be unable to continue.
He looked at the birth date and time on the slip of paper, and when he compared it with Qiao Lian'er's age and birth year, it matched up.
As Qiao Lian'er's biological brother, he not only knew the month of her birth, but also the day of her birth, which was within a certain range.
After all, Qiao Yunni had mentioned it to me when I was little.
Therefore, he could be certain that there was nothing wrong with the note.
“Starting today, you will leave the capital and go far away. Never show your face again, lest you be targeted.” A cold glint appeared in Song Ruier’s eyes: “That woman, once she discovers something is wrong, she won’t stop until she gets to the bottom of it and skins you alive.”
He gave the Taoist a thousand-tael silver note.
The Taoist priest, holding the silver note, assured that it would disappear completely.
With the birth date and time in hand, all that remained was the issue of acquiring 200,000 taels of silver.
Although he was close to those sons of high-ranking families and had won their favor, getting so much silver from them was by no means an easy task.
After all, he had already scraped together 100,000 taels of silver last time through various means and excuses.
After much thought, Song Ruier concluded that the only way to make money was through a transaction. His most valuable asset was his learning ability.
He sent an invitation to Zhu Qingyue, the last person to pass the provincial examination.
Zhu Qingyue was already twenty-eight years old this year. He had taken the exam for ten years and had children before he finally passed the county-level examination. At that time, he happened to be sitting in the cubicle behind Song Ruier. While the chief examiner went to the toilet, Song Ruier passed him a note. Otherwise, he didn't know how many more years he would have had to take the exam.
Therefore, he was filled with gratitude towards Song Ruier.
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