1833 Big Mistake, Who Are You?

Prince Duan did not expect that instead of waiting for the imperial physician to come, he waited for the old charlatan who said that he had committed too many sins of killing and was destined to have no offspring, and even if he had an offspring, he would not be able to keep it.

"Go, ask Miss Feng to bring the little girl here. I'm going to slap that charlatan in the face today." Prince Duan was a killer with blood on his hands. He had taken countless lives in his life. He never believed in destiny, but the so-called fate kept playing tricks on him.

If there really is destiny in this world, then he should be born into heaven and enjoy the wealth and honor of the world. Why does he have to fight for his future like ordinary people?

If there really is destiny in this world, and he has killed so many people, if there is really retribution, why don't those bad consequences be avenged on him, but on his son instead?

The Imperial Master said that he was guilty of murder, and people in Xiling said that he had killed people like crazy, but have these people ever thought about whether he was willing to do this?

As a prince, even though he was not favored, he was raised and served by others. Before going to the battlefield, he had at most crushed an ant to death, but had never killed anyone or seen blood.

He did not believe in fate, nor did he want to believe in it, but the old national master's words cast a shadow on his heart. He had been very uneasy over the years, fearing that the old national master's words would come true.

So, he bowed his head. As soon as his son got into trouble, he invited the old imperial master to come.

"The Imperial Master of Xiling?" How could she not know that there was such a person in Xiling.

Feng Qingchen looked at the housekeeper of Prince Duan's mansion with a puzzled look. The housekeeper hesitated for a moment and slowly spoke: "To answer the young lady's question, the State Master has been in seclusion in the ancestral temple and has not appeared in public for more than ten years. Over the years, even the royal family can only see the State Master occasionally.

The Imperial Master is here at the ancestral temple this time, invited by the prince, for the young master. When you meet the Imperial Master, you can ask him for advice. If you can get a word of advice from him, it will be of great benefit to you for the rest of your life."

The subtext is that Feng Qingchen is lucky and has benefited from the little dumpling.

"Oh..." Feng Qingchen suddenly realized and looked surprised.

Sweat... It's not easy for Feng Qingchen to pretend to be flattered.

You know, Feng Qingchen has even seen the descendants of the temple, so would she still care about Xiling National Master?

No matter how powerful Xiling National Master is, he cannot be more powerful than the descendants of the temple.

Feng Qingchen didn't take this so-called imperial master seriously at all, and walked towards the flower hall with the little girl in his arms. The result of being so indifferent was that it could scare people to death...

When Xiling State Master saw Feng Qingchen and Xiaotuanzi coming in, his sleepy eyes suddenly opened, and there was fear in his eyes: "You, you two... are both dead, how is it possible, how is it possible... who are you?"

The old national master was too excited and couldn't control himself for a moment. He stood up and pointed at Feng Qingchen and Xiao Tuanzi tremblingly, muttering that Feng Qingchen and Xiao Tuanzi were people who deserved to die and shouldn't be alive.

The old state teacher's action was too sudden, and Feng Qingchen was caught off guard. The little boy was frightened, and although his little body did not tremble, his face turned pale, his lips trembled, and his little head tried hard to burrow into Feng Qingchen's arms.

Prince Duan's face immediately turned dark. He slammed the table and stood up. He was about to say something but was stopped by Feng Qingchen's eyes.

Feng Qingchen comforted the little girl. Not only was he not angry, but he pointed at himself and the little girl with a curious look on his face: "Big sir, the dead people you are talking about are we two?"

This kind of accusation was completely childish. Feng Qingchen was not surprised at all. He was in a playful mood. He carried the little girl into the sunlight and asked in surprise, "Hey... we have shadows. Sir, are you sure we are dead? Aren't we supposed to be alive in this world?"

Feng Qingchen held the little girl in his arms and basked in the sunshine, smiling sweetly. After the little girl in his arms calmed down, she looked silly and cute. Feng Qingchen turned sideways, facing the light, and the beam of light hit the two of them, blurring their expressions, and a faint golden light lingered around them.

Before the Imperial Master and Yixuan could recover from their shock, Prince Duan pretended to be serious and scolded them: "Don't talk nonsense, my son is a fairy boy who came to the mortal world."

As for Feng Qingchen?

Prince Duan said that he would not admit that Feng Qingchen was very beautiful when bathed in the sun, especially her smile, which could warm people's hearts. No wonder his son would stick to Feng Qingchen and not move. His son really had good taste.

"Impossible, impossible, how is this possible?" The old national teacher fell into self-doubt and kept shaking his head: "I can't be wrong, I can't be wrong, you are obviously the ones who deserve to die, your lives..."

"It seems that we have come at the wrong time." The sun was very strong outside, and Feng Qingchen was not happy about it. He had been basking outside. He walked in holding the little girl, and sat down opposite the National Master without Prince Duan's greeting.

"You, who are you?" The old national teacher pointed at Feng Qingchen with an extremely stern tone. Yi Xuan beside him also frowned. His intuition told him that this woman, like Fu Lin from Dongling, was a dangerous person to them.

He couldn't understand this woman's fate, it was very strange.

Just like Grandpa said, this woman's face should be that of a dying person, but it's not strange, her face seems to have changed...

"If I say I am the Lady of the Nine Heavens, do you believe me?" Feng Qingchen followed Prince Duan's words, then felt that this was too sharp, and added lightly: "You definitely won't believe it. Maybe if I say I am a vixen, you will believe it instead."

"Pfft..." Prince Duan couldn't help but laugh: "I thought I was the only one who didn't take the so-called life seriously. It seems that Miss Feng is the same."

"No, I believe in fate." Feng Qingchen opened his right hand: "This line on the palm of my hand is called the fate line. My fate is in my own hands."

Feng Qingchen smiled lightly, clenched her hands, withdrew them, and looked up at the old national teacher: "I guess this must be your country's national teacher. I am sorry for the rudeness."

Although Feng Qingchen spoke nicely, she just held the little girl in her arms without moving, with no intention of performing the ceremony.

Come to think of it, no one would be happy if someone pointed at his nose and said: You deserve to die, you shouldn’t live.

You have to know that there is only one Wang Jinling in the world, and not everyone has Wang Jinling's good manners and good upbringing.

After all, the old national teacher was a man who had experienced many storms, so the group calmed down, said apology, and sat down.

The old national teacher did not speak casually, but watched Feng Qingchen from beginning to end with a scrutinizing look on his face. After a while, he said in a profound and mysterious way: "Young lady is an intelligent person. You know better than others whether what I said is true or false. Young lady does not want to talk about this matter, so I will not mention it. Let me remind you that everything has its own rules. Young lady should abide by her duty and do not try to change her fate."

"Defy heaven and change fate? Master Imperial Master, do you really think I am the Queen Mother of the Nine Heavens who has descended to earth? If I had the ability to defy heaven and change fate, what would I be sitting here for?" Feng Qingchen looked careless on the surface, but he was secretly alert in his heart.

I don't know if this master is really capable or just guessing. If he is capable, then you have to be careful. No matter how strong this master is, he will have some skills that ordinary people can't imagine. She should stay away from him to avoid being remembered.

If it was just a blind guess, then there was nothing to be afraid of. After all, the other party was not a Taoist priest, and she was not a demon.

But Feng Qingchen didn't know that she had already been on people's mind because of her qualifications.

Feng Qingchen's fate was a strange thing that not only the old national teacher but also Fu Lin was quite curious. However, Fu Lin was smarter and would not violate someone's forbidden area, so as not to attract the jealousy of a petty man.

The old national teacher did not have this concern. He had just come out of seclusion and did not fully understand the current situation in the world. Naturally, he did not know that his in-depth questioning would cause dissatisfaction from the man behind Feng Qingchen.

The old master stared at Feng Qingchen with sharp eyes and said, "Girl, you should know that there are many people whose fate is changed by others. Your appearance..."

After the old national master recovered, he showed his master's demeanor everywhere. I know everything. What you did was nothing more than a clown in my eyes.

Feng Qingchen laughed but did not answer. The Imperial Master had already made up his mind, so no matter how much she said, it would be useless.

If the other party was really an expert, at most she would write a letter back to Dongling and call Fu Lin to fight with him. She didn't believe that the other party could destroy her.

Thinking of this, the last bit of fear in his heart disappeared. Feng Qingchen turned to look at Prince Duan and took the initiative to say, "Your Highness, if there is nothing else, I will withdraw first."

"Yes." Prince Duan did not stop him. The old imperial master's words made Prince Duan extremely unhappy. He had hoped that the imperial master could say a few nice words to reassure him, but he ended up saying that his son was dead.

If he had known he would hear such words, he would rather not invite anyone. As a result, not only did he not feel at ease, but he felt even more upset.

The old national master knew that his previous behavior was too ungenerous, and he did not ask Feng Qingchen to stay. He just looked at Feng Qingchen and Xiaotuanzi meaningfully.

Little Dumpling had no expression on his face, Feng Qingchen didn't care at all, but Prince Duan was somewhat dissatisfied. Fortunately, the old national teacher was not only good at calculations, but also knew how to read people's faces. Without waiting for Prince Duan to speak, he stood up and said goodbye to him.

Before leaving, he finally said something that satisfied Prince Duan: "Everyone has a destiny, but destiny is not immutable. The destiny of the young master has changed. Your Majesty does not need to worry about the young master anymore. The young master will be safe and sound at this time."

"I have said it before, even the King of Hell cannot take my son away." Although Prince Duan still looked tough, he was relieved in his heart.

He said he didn't believe in fate, but in his heart he was always influenced by the old national teacher's predictions. He was afraid that he had forced this son and couldn't keep him...

Although he was destined to have no heir, he had a son; his heir died young, but his son survived!

His fate is finally no longer determined by the old national teacher's words!