My Wife is a Psychic

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204 Male or Female

“Now, may the women born in winter with the Dragon zodiac, whose age are even numbers, step forward. The imperial preceptor will answer your questions.” Liu Yao shouted from the side. Divination with the fruit was done randomly, and everything depended on fate. Women who met these conditions would be divined.

There were many people who met the imperial preceptor on a trip, but very few people could match the conditions for the imperial preceptor’s divination. Last year, there was no one, and the year before that, there was only one person. It was said that the condition was that their zodiac was the rat, born in autumn, and the age was an odd number. Finally, a white-haired old man met the conditions. The old man asked him how much life he had left, and the imperial preceptor answered, “One day.”

After being reminded by the people behind him, the imperial preceptor’s answer was a little more tactful, “Tomorrow.”

The next day, the old man passed away. No one knew if he was scared to death. Three years ago, the conditions for divination were that their Chinese zodiac was a pig, born in the great cold, and the age was an odd number. In the end, there were two people who fulfilled the conditions, two fat people. Both of them asked about marriage, and the imperial preceptor answered, “True love is right beside you.” It was said that the imperial preceptor’s words were meant to let them look at their own qualities and not be picky. Their standards were too high and he should look at the people around him more. Furthermore, the imperial preceptor had already seen that their soulmate was by their side. It was just that they had not realized it yet. This was originally a very good marriage, but the two fat men seemed to be a little silly and thought that the imperial preceptor was talking about each other. Then, the two of them got together after they left the house and became a famous couple in Jing City. It was said that the people of Jing City were quite optimistic about them. After all, the imperial preceptor’s divination had always been accurate.

It was true that true love was right beside them, but it was also true that the imperial preceptor’s mouth was very poisonous. Under the imperial preceptor’s jaded words and the lack of a proper explanation, no one knew if everyone could still live in peace. Therefore, many people came to Yin Yang Tower to ask for fortune-telling every year. However, everyone was a little afraid. The imperial preceptor’s fortune-telling was accurate, but it was also frightening.

As soon as the conditions for the fortune-telling were laid out, Jiang Xi and a woman in a pink dress stood up with joy and excitement on their faces. Upstairs, someone also lifted the curtain. When Zhao Panpan and Zheng Shan’er revealed their faces, they seemed to see each other’s surprise. Well, it was Zhao Panpan who was surprised.

“This year, there are actually four people who meet the conditions. The Pure Consort and the imperial preceptor are also fated. She is indeed full of good fortune.” Liu Yao was stunned for a moment. He was the one who had calculated Zhao Panpan’s Bazi Chart. It was a very good fate, a fate that would bring prosperity to her husband, her family, and her country. Such a fate should be placed in the royal family and worshipped by others as a blessing. Although something had happened to Zhao Panpan on the day she entered the palace, it still did not change her destiny, which was one that only appeared once in a thousand years.

Zhao Panpan laughed and unnaturally protected her stomach. The corners of her mouth carried a confident smile, but her hair was a little strange. It was probably the bald spot caused by the phoenix.

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“Who’s first?” Liu Huang asked.

The woman in the pink dress seemed to be in a hurry to stand up, but when she saw Zhao Panpan and Zheng Shan’er in the attic, she was stunned.

“Miss, please,” Zhao Panpan said generously.

The woman in the pink dress smiled in embarrassment, thinking that the Pure Consort really lived up to her reputation.

“Lord, I want to ask if my husband’s illness can be cured?” There was a stretcher next to the woman. Her husband had been unconscious for half a month for no reason. Many doctors had been found to no avail. Her husband’s condition was probably a vegetable in modern society.

The imperial preceptor replied, “I can recognize a beauty by her fragrance and I can smell a corpse by its smell. When the time comes, he will wake up.” Then there was an unfathomable smile. When the woman asked what he meant, the imperial preceptor only said that the secrets of heaven must not be revealed.

Jiang Xi snickered. The imperial preceptor probably only knows a little about the secrets of heaven. He did not know the details.

The woman did not give up and wanted to ask more questions, but Liu Yao quickly raised his hand to stop her. Next was Zhao Panpan. When Zhao Panpan opened her mouth, she was a little hesitant, but due to the rumors that the Zhao family had only given birth to daughters and not boys, she felt as if she was being roasted on a fire. “I would like to ask the imperial preceptor, I … can I give birth to a prince?” Zhao Panpan’s question was very direct. Since she had entered the palace, she had to fight for the highest goal. As for what her mother, Xiao Meili, had said about assisting the crown prince…

The imperial preceptor looked at Zhao Panpan deeply, “Yes, you can.” Others might not be able to tell from Zhao Panpan’s pregnancy, but he could. It was a boy.

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