He favored his concubine and I cut off my wealth. Everyone in the mansion was in a panic.

The fortune teller swallowed his confession and looked at Mo Wuchen with a puzzled look.

Seeing that he stopped struggling, Mo Wuchen let him go and apologized, "Master, I'm sorry, I was afraid that you would run away again, so I did this."

The fortune teller didn't say anything because he didn't understand the current situation.

Mo Wuchen didn't seem to be here to kill him, so why did he go to so much trouble to find him? He had moved from the east to the west of the city!

After taking out two hundred taels from a small stack of silver notes and forcibly stuffing them into the fortune teller's arms, Mo Wuchen continued, "The master told me that I saw my sweetheart at lunch today. I wanted to thank you, but I couldn't find you. I asked a lot of people before I found you."

After saying that, he asked seriously, "Why did you suddenly change your place? Was it a sudden decision or do you change it every day?"

At this point, the fortune teller finally understood Mo Wuchen's intention, and put on a deep look again, coughing lightly, "It was a sudden decision. I have already received one hundred taels from you. I was afraid that you would find your sweetheart and come to thank me, so I moved the stall temporarily, but I didn't expect you to come here anyway. Forget it, it's fate."

After saying that, he stuffed the two hundred taels of silver notes that Mo Wuchen had just forced into his clothes again.

Mo Wuchen understood and immediately advised: "Master, you are a good fortune teller, you deserve it."

The fortune teller nodded in agreement, "Young Master is very open-minded."

Mo Wuchen waved his hand and continued with longing in his eyes: "Master, I want to ask you to tell my fortune again. Is it convenient for you now?"

Without waiting for the fortune teller to respond, Mo Wuchen explained: "I know it's not good to ask you to tell my fortune after you close your stall, but if you don't tell me this fortune, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight."

The fortune teller sighed lightly: "Forget it, since you and I are destined to be together, I will tell you another fortune."

Mo Wuchen was full of gratitude and quickly stated the content of the fortune telling, "Master, I did see my sweetheart at noon today, but she was very cold to me. I think she doesn't like me very much, so I want you to tell me when she will agree to be with me?"

The question was when to be together, not whether they could be together. The fortune teller immediately understood what Mo Wuchen wanted to ask, but he still pretended to take out the copper coins and went through the motions.

While closing his eyes and chanting, the fortune teller was thinking about how to make Mo Wuchen happy without putting himself in danger. After all, this guy's ability to find people is too strong, so he must prepare early.

This fortune telling took a long time, and Mo Wuchen couldn't help but feel uneasy. Just after Mo Wuchen's heart beat rapidly for nearly a thousand times, the fortune teller finally opened his eyes, but his face was not as relaxed as when he got the result of the fortune telling in the morning.

"Master, but the fortune is not good?"

The fortune teller nodded, and Mo Wuchen's heart instantly fell to the bottom.

However, the next moment, the fortune teller pulled his heart up again, "There is a fate between you and that girl, but it is not deep, so if you want to be in tune with that girl, you must go through many difficulties and obstacles, but if you are sincere enough, you can finally achieve a happy marriage."

"What do you mean by sincere enough?"

"It means to be more proactive in daily life, create more opportunities to meet, pay more attention to the girl's preferences, and please her more."

Mo Wuchen felt that he understood, and took out two hundred taels of silver from his arms and stuffed them into the fortune teller's arms, and bowed very devoutly, "Master, I will remember your kindness."

The fortune teller touched the two hundred taels of silver in his arms, and while he was ecstatic, he also felt his legs a little weak. Mo Wuchen gave too much. Is it really appropriate to cheat so much from one person?

But the money was already stuffed into his arms, and it would be too much against his will to return it, not to mention that Mo Wuchen had already walked away, so he could only accept it reluctantly.

Never mind, Mo Wuchen doesn't need these few hundred taels. He will pray for him a few more times in front of the Bodhisattva after he goes back, and then it will be even.

…

June 24, the 18th year of Jiahe, an auspicious day and a good time for the engagement.

Dozens of palace guards dressed in the uniform of the Jing'an Palace led the way in front, followed by two gorgeously decorated five-horse carriages, one of which was made entirely of ebony, showing its luxury. Further back was the endless betrothal team, which stretched from the first street to the end of the street with two people carrying it.

Shen Qing, who was already at the center of rumors because of the divorce and remarriage, once again became the center of the storm, but this time, most people were envious.

"The eldest daughter of the Shen family is so lucky. She just divorced the son of the Marquis of Yangling a few days ago. Today, the marriage proposal from the Prince of Jing'an is so grand. She is definitely a winner in life!"

"That's right. Even if she is a first-time bride, she may not be so valued by the Prince of Jing'an and the Lu family. It seems that the eldest daughter of the Shen family must be a very good one."

At this moment, an untimely voice interrupted: "But I heard yesterday that the eldest daughter of the Shen family is not good in character, unfilial to her parents-in-law, and disturbed the Marquis's Mansion. If it weren't for her The Yangling Marquisate would divorce the wife of the legitimate daughter of the Marquisate!"

"It's obviously a lie. If Miss Shen was really bad, the Jing'an Prince's Mansion would not give her such respect. Jing'an Prince and Lu Shizi are not fools!"

"That's right, listen to more serious things, and don't always listen to those rumors without any real evidence that corrupt the market atmosphere."

The rumors of Shen Qing's bad behavior that took Yangling Marquisate two days to spread in a small circle were directly refuted under the generous invitation of Lu Tingyu and his son.

Compared to rumors, facts are obviously more credible.

The people of Yining Marquis's Mansion had prepared to welcome the team from Jing'an Prince's Mansion early in the morning. Even Xie Ling, who always liked plain colors, changed into a gorgeous red long dress today, which made her already beautiful face even more dazzling.

Shen Qing looked calm, looked at Xie Ling and praised: "Mother has a good complexion, so she should wear more brightly colored clothes on weekdays."

Xie Ling asked with a smile: "Really?"

Shen Zhao nodded seriously like a little adult: "Zhao'er also thinks that what the eldest sister said is very reasonable. Zhao'er likes mother to wear red clothes."

Xie Ling smiled softly, and her eyebrows couldn't help but rise.

Unlike Shen Qing's relaxed and casual side, Shen Yian paced back and forth nervously, and from time to time he had to ask the servants to walk around the door to see if anyone had come.

Xie Ling couldn't help but joke: "It's obvious that Qingqing is the protagonist today, why is the Marquis so anxious?"

Shen Yian sighed lightly: "This is not the first time I marry my daughter, I have no experience!"

When Shen Qing married to Yangling Marquis's Mansion before, Shen Yian did not agree, so naturally he didn't recognize her in his heart.

Xie Ling subconsciously combed her hair and said helplessly: "You are already old, why are you still like a child."

Shen Yian looked at Xie Ling who was combing his hair and stretching his sleeves, and laughed at him without giving him face: "Look at what you are doing, you still have the nerve to say me."

Xie Ling reacted and his cheeks turned slightly red.

At this moment, Shen Yian's long-awaited voice finally came: "Marquis, the team of Jing'an Palace is almost at the door!"