Xiao Jingwen wanted to stay in bed until dawn, but Yan Xi kept urging him to return to the palace.
In desperation, he could only leave.
Before leaving, he snapped his fingers outside the Shangshu Mansion.
Someone came out from the darkness and knelt down: "Master, what are your instructions?"
Xiao Jingwen glanced at him calmly and said, "Keep an eye on him and report anything to me."
"yes."
"Remember, pay attention to every detail, especially regarding Murong Xing."
"I will keep this in mind."
Xiao Jingwen nodded with satisfaction and left.
However, he did not return to the palace directly, but went to the backyard of the largest dance and music hall in the capital - Magnolia Hall.
The other party seemed to know that he was coming. The lights in the room were flickering and the charcoal fire was burning.
Xiao Jingwen pushed the door open and walked in. The person inside said without even looking up, "How is it? Does your sweetheart still like it?"
Xiao Jingwen paused, turned around to close the door, walked closer, looked at the man in front of him who looked very young but was actually almost sixty years old, and sat down steadily, "Uncle, how did you know I was going to see my sweetheart?"
Ji Wushang raised his eyes, closed the book in his hand, and smiled. "Given your personality, why would you go to so much trouble to come to me and ask for medicine? You even cooked for me yourself, stayed up in the middle of the night, and brought some food with you. If it wasn't to see your sweetheart, I really can't imagine who you were going to see. Tell me, which girl is it? I can help you decide."
Xiao Jingwen pursed his thin lips and said, "Not a girl."
"Not a girl?" Ji Wushang was stunned, and his pupils trembled as he thought of something. "Wen'er, this is unacceptable. How can you be obsessed with someone else's wife? There will definitely be no good outcome for you two. Break it off quickly."
"..." Xiao Jingwen's face was dark, "Uncle, what are you thinking about?"
"No? That's good. I was scared to death." Ji Wushang patted his chest, but the next moment, Xiao Jingwen's words made his heart beat fast.
"He is a man."
Ji Wushang: Σ(° △ °|||)︴!
Ji Wushang took a while to calm down, "Wen'er, I'm old and can't stand being scared. Don't scare me."
Xiao Jingwen was silent.
Seeing this, Ji Wushang also fell silent for a moment, then sighed softly, "Never mind, children and grandchildren will have their own blessings, but you have to tell him who he is, so I can see what this kid is like."
"He... is Chu Yanxi, the second son of Minister Chu. Since we met, he has always helped me intentionally or unintentionally, and even made arrangements in the palace to reduce my suffering." As the young man spoke, a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.
Ji Wushang sighed in admiration, "Looking at you like this, it's really a rare sight. In that case, I will calculate your marriage destiny for you."
Xiao Jingwen nodded and told Yan Xi's birth chart.
After hearing this, Ji Wushang took out the tortoise shell copper coin and fiddled with it.
Xiao Jingwen became a little nervous when he saw this.
Over time, cracks appear in the shell.
Ji Wushang looked at the cracks and his expression suddenly changed, becoming solemn.
Seeing his expression, Xiao Jingwen's heart couldn't help but rise, "Uncle..."
Ji Wushang raised his eyes to look at him and said in a deep voice, "Wen'er, you and him are destined to be together... You are mutually exclusive and you are not meant to be together in this life."
"We are mutually exclusive and have no chance in this life..." Xiao Jingwen suddenly clenched his hands, as if he had fallen from heaven into a cold hell. The coldness was biting, and the pain in his heart came back.
He trembled slightly, his face pale, and he was a little panicked. "Is there any way to break it?"
Ji Wushang shook his head, his tone heavy, "Wen'er, break up as soon as possible..."
Broken? How can it be broken?
He can't turn back.
Xiao Jingwen's fingertips trembled, and he pretended to be calm, "Uncle, I have always believed that fate is not determined by heaven."
Ji Wushang opened his mouth with a complicated expression, wanting to say something, but Xiao Jingwen took the lead and abruptly changed the subject, "In a month, on the emperor's birthday, a strange phenomenon will occur. Uncle can take the opportunity to intervene. It's getting late, I should return to the palace."
After saying this, he stood up and walked to the door. The person behind him said, "Have you forgotten who I am?"
Xiao Jingwen's body stiffened.
Of course he didn't forget.
The Ji family is a thousand-year-old witch family. In every generation, if there is someone born with white hair, he or she will be a fortune teller in the family with supernatural powers. He or she can know the past and predict the future, but they usually live in seclusion and rarely interact with outsiders.
However, perhaps because they had pried too much into the secrets of heaven, the Ji family suffered divine punishment, and their descendants died out. Forty years ago, the outside world learned about it and the family was exterminated. Only Ji Wushang and Xiao Jingwen's mother and sister escaped, but they got separated on the way. The five-year-old mother was adopted, while the seventeen-year-old Ji Wushang hid from place to place, hiding his identity.
The outside world all thought that the Ji family was extinct and there were no more omnipotent fortune tellers, but they didn't know that Ji Wushang was the fortune teller who was born with white hair. The previous generation of fortune tellers knew that the family was in trouble, so they deliberately concealed his identity and dyed his white hair black.
Until twenty years ago, his mother's identity was questioned. People unraveled the mystery and determined that the Ji family was not wiped out, and began to secretly search for Ji's descendants.
So what Ji Wushang said was not false.
"Wen'er, you two won't have any results. Don't be so stubborn. Otherwise, you will only end up with a lifelong love and a life of hurt."
How could he not know this? But when he thought about forcing that person to leave him, Xiao Jingwen felt heartbroken and unable to let go.
If rebirth is just to make him understand this truth, then what is the point of his rebirth?
Xiao Jingwen sneered softly, his laughter filled with traces of bitterness and sorrow, "Uncle, do you know why I am standing here now?"
In his previous life, he was still thinking about Chu Yanxi when he died and was unwilling to let go, so he thought that his rebirth must be for him.
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