Chapter 153, please listen.
Outside the window, Fan Huaiyuan's figure had already disappeared into the distance.
Lu Kangning slowly opened the curtains, and as she turned around, the mirror on the dressing table reflected her swollen right cheek.
My vague childhood memories suddenly became clear.
When I was seven years old, I hid behind the curtains and heard my father say to my mother, "If Ningning marries into the Huo family, she can get at least 400 million yuan."
She didn't understand at the time.
Over the years, Lu Jianhong and Xie Yutong have indeed doted on her, so she has forgotten about it.
After calming down and thinking it over carefully, Lu Kangning felt that something was not right.
Expensive jewelry, top-tier universities, and meticulous care—yet they never dared to use their parents' wishes as leverage.
They wanted her to marry into the Huo family, and they were subtly pushing for it, but they wouldn't tell her directly.
She just stayed at home, wallowing in misery and putting pressure on others.
He always made his requests of her very carefully.
When you think about it all together, it's quite bizarre.
Lu Kangning was filled with doubts.
Fortunately, she left Fan Huaiyuan a brocade pouch.
She instructed: "If anything happens to me, open it and follow the instructions on it."
At the time, Fan Huaiyuan even laughed at her, saying she was acting all mysterious, like she was Zhuge Liang.
Now it seems that she only has that one path left to take.
...
That night, when Fan Huaiyuan opened the brocade pouch, his pupils contracted.
After much deliberation, he decided to follow Lu Kangning's note.
Although he didn't know why Lu Kangning wanted to do this, he decided to carry it out.
Fan Huaiyuan opened his phone and entered a live broadcast room that evoked extremely mixed feelings in him.
The live stream room of host [Qiannian Gangtongwang].
This is the streamer who ruined his pampered life as a young master.
The host bluntly stated that he was not a member of the Fan family; the one who had been lost for over twenty years was.
This woman, with just a few casual words, dragged him down from the clouds to the mud.
Fan Huaiyuan actually harbored quite a bit of hatred for this streamer.
But the streamer is getting more and more popular, and he was shocked when he entered the live stream room.
One million people online in one minute?
The gift effects exploded wildly, creating a dazzling carnival that stung his eyes.
"He's so popular, how could I possibly win a draw?" Fan Huaiyuan didn't believe it.
"Today, we'll draw one lucky person." The announcer's voice was clear and gentle. "...Mr. Fan Huaiyuan, please."
Fan Huaiyuan's breath hitched.
With a one in a million chance, why did he have to be chosen?
He cautiously connected to the line.
The host smiled slightly at him, "You may not know this, but Mr. Fan Huaiyuan's connection with our live broadcast room goes back a long way. Do you remember Fan Boren, who was mistakenly taken over and switched at birth? Mr. Fan Huaiyuan is that mistaken person."
The live chat exploded instantly.
[Holy crap! It's that fake young master?!]
The main character of the "Switching Babies in a Wealthy Family" case is back!!!
Fan Huaiyuan cursed inwardly, but still forced a smile on his face.
"It's all in the past, it's all in the past. I've returned to a normal life."
Lu Yao smiled, feigning ignorance, and asked, "What does Mr. Fan want to calculate?"
"Not counting myself, I was just asked by someone else." Fan Huaiyuan chuckled twice. "I have a friend who wants her kinship with her parents calculated."
Lu Yao lightly stroked the yellowed divination slips on the table with her fingertips, a hint of coldness, a half-smile, flickering in her eyes.
"I understand. Before I start the fortune telling, let me tell you a story."
Her voice suddenly lowered, carrying a seductive rhythm.
Please listen carefully...
A thousand years ago, there was a scholarly family named Lu in the capital.
On the night Madam Lu went into labor, a blood moon appeared in the sky, and a thunderbolt struck down the century-old locust tree in front of the ancestral home.
When the midwife came out, the baby in her arms had a bright red birthmark at the corner of its eye.
As luck would have it, a Taoist priest from Maoshan happened to pass by and saw dark clouds looming over the house. He immediately wrote down the eight characters: "A cursed lone star, bringing misfortune to one's family."
So the Lu couple sent their daughter to a Taoist temple.
Ignore her and let her fend for herself.
Six years later, Mrs. Lu became pregnant again.
During the birth, the phoenix flowers in the city moved volcanically without wind, and colorful auspicious clouds appeared in the sky, resembling the tail feathers of a phoenix. The couple was overjoyed.
As the Lu couple held their youngest daughter, who was wrapped in silk, they were unaware that on the bluestone ground of the Xuanmiao Temple in the south of the city, a small, thin girl was banging her forehead heavily against a prayer mat.
The old Taoist nun lightly flicked her whisk and touched the girl's forehead.
"From this day forward, you will inherit the lineage of Xuanji."
The Lu family treated their youngest daughter as a reincarnation of a celestial being, cherishing her like a precious jewel as she grew up.
On the day she came of age, carriages and horses lined the gates of the Lu residence like a dragon.
The matchmakers who wanted to arrange the marriage almost wore out the door.
The Lu couple refused to comply, keeping their youngest daughter and waiting for a better price to sell her.
Just then, a tremendous storm suddenly swept through the capital.
A Taoist master who called himself Xuanjin Sanren suddenly appeared.
She was incredibly accurate; with just one glance, she could discern the cause and effect of a person's three lifetimes.
Where is the boudoir where the daughter of the Minister of Rites secretly meets her lover? Where is the evidence of the illegitimate son of the Prime Minister's mansion hidden at the bottom of the well? And even the tattoo of the enemy country on the sole of the foot of the commander of the Imperial Guards.
No secret can hide from her.
In just over a month, 30% of the high-ranking officials in the six ministries were replaced.
The old emperor secretly summoned him to the palace late at night, and the next morning at court, a bright yellow imperial edict shook the court and the country.
"...Master Xuanjin was well-versed in the secrets of heaven, and was granted the title of Protector of the Nation Celestial Master, and was given the privilege of wearing a purple-gold Taoist robe and serving in the imperial court."
She entered the Imperial Observatory as a woman.
This is unprecedented in history.
At the Qionglin Banquet, the tables were laden with imperial delicacies, and the palace lanterns illuminated the hall as if it were daytime.
As the officials raised their glasses in celebration, the cup in Vice Minister Lu's hand suddenly shattered.
The Grand Preceptor, who sat upright on the right side of the dragon throne, bore a striking resemblance to the Lady in his phoenix eyes and crimson lips, with seven-tenths of their resemblance.
Even more horrifying, she had a small, blood-red mole at the corner of her eye, exactly the same as the one they had abandoned years ago as their eldest daughter.
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