Imperial Advisor, Run! Your Little Oracle Has Spoken Again!

Heavens above! Earth below! Who can save this Imperial Advisor's sanity?! Chu Xuanyi, the dignified Imperial Advisor of Great Qi, aloof and ascetic, capable of predicting everything. His greatest wish in life was to live quietly, dedicating himself to the profound arts.

Who knew that a moment of weakness would lead him to pick up a simple-minded little girl, Ah Jiu? He thought an extra apprentice would be good company, but instead, he invited a living ancestor who brought daily chaos!

This Ah Jiu, her thought process was as convoluted as the Yellow River's Nine Bends, and her daily cluelessness was akin to wandering through Wonderland. But! Her little mouth was like a living, blessed bug!

A casual remark, "A little green turtle," and the upright Censor Qian immediately put on a performance art piece, almost getting himself into serious trouble! A little finger pointed at "shiny little stones," and the Imperial Advisor's ten-year-old treasured black jade qilin was instantly ruined... incidentally unearthing a shocking treasure!

Before the Empress Dowager, a simple "little bird singing" led to the miraculous awakening of the comatose Imperial Grandson! Chu Xuanyi examined himself three times a day: Was he exasperated by Ah Jiu today? (Yes). Did he clean up Ah Jiu's mess today? (Yes). Is the Imperial Advisor's mansion's roof still intact? (Barely).

Facing the startling words from his little oracle, such as "Emperor Uncle, you have pimples on your head," "Empress Dowager, your head isn't green anymore," and "That person with the least hair and biggest hat is going to be unlucky!" Chu Xuanyi clutched his chest, wanting to scream to the sky: Regent Prince... oh no, Your Majesty the Emperor! Empress Dowager! Ancestors! Please, take this living ancestor away!

This Imperial Advisor just wants to be a quiet, handsome man! "Master, master, that bad guy has many black bugs on his head, they're eating his big tigers!" Chu Xuanyi's vision went black.