After the divorce, I was adorned in a phoenix robe, while my ex-husband's entire family dug up

"Everything has been done as you instructed."

Wei Zhaoning nodded. Lu Ze and Lu Jieshuang, none of them can escape.

*

When Wei Jiaruo learned of the changes in the Marquis's residence, she suddenly smiled.

Liu Xiang has already returned to the main courtyard. "Does Madam have any thoughts on this?"

"Ha, talk of ghosts and gods."

"I don't believe in ghosts or gods. It's obviously Wei Zhaoning's doing, and his methods are clumsy."

Liu Xiang suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and tentatively asked, "Then the Second Young Master..."

Wei Jiaruo remained expressionless. "Wei Zhaoning is definitely plotting something malicious to get revenge on Aze."

"However, I don't have time to meddle in these things. You didn't see how Lu Ze treated me before."

"Let him see what's what, let him see clearly who truly cares for him in this Marquis's mansion."

Liu Xiang breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Wei Jiaruo didn't interfere, the young lady's plan wouldn't go wrong.

"Your wife is wise."

*

Soon, Master Wuxin was invited by Lu Zhufeng at great expense.

The old Taoist priest was thin, but his back was straight. His dark blue Taoist robe was embroidered with simple Tai Chi patterns, and the color had become somewhat dull.

His face was covered with wrinkles etched by time, and the lines at the corners of his eyes extended to his temples, intertwining with his gray eyebrows.

He didn't tie his hair up; his gray hair was casually draped over his shoulders, loosely tied at the back of his head with a thick hemp rope. His beard was sparse and gray, but neatly combed.

Everyone in the Marquis's mansion anxiously pointed to Master Wuxin, as this concerned the survival of the mansion, and everyone was concerned about it.

Even the old lady, who usually doted on Lu Ze, didn't utter a single word of reproach when she heard that Lu Zhufeng had almost strangled Lu Ze to death.

The only one who didn't come today was Lu Ze. Ever since he fainted that day, he has been locked up in the ancestral hall. Whether it was real or fake, the servants said he hadn't woken up.

"Master, please take a look. Something strange has happened in my manor." Lu Zhufeng said respectfully.

Master Wuxin calculated for a moment, then frowned and asked directly, "Has your household recently lost any valuable items?"

Lu Zhufeng's eyes widened. "Yes, yes, yes! I didn't expect you to have foreseen this! To tell you the truth, the Marquis's mansion has lost a very important sword."

The old lady and the others were all surprised that the prediction was so accurate.

"Hmm, no wonder your mansion is so haunted. A precious sword is meant to ward off evil spirits; if it were lost, I'm afraid..."

Lu Zhufeng suddenly interrupted, "Master! Stop talking!"

He didn't want to hear the words "the Marquis's mansion is about to perish." These words were like a nightmare, desperately trying to tear him into the deepest hell. His fear had reached its peak.

Seeing this, Wei Jiaruo glanced at Lu Zhufeng speechlessly, thinking how foolish he was.

How come she never noticed before that Lu Zhufeng was so stupid?

Lu Zhufeng immediately recounted the entire series of events to Master Wuxin.

The master was startled. "What did you say?"

"Was this done by your younger brother?!"

"No wonder! No wonder the Marquis's ancestors were so angry. This matter in your family is probably going to be difficult to handle..."

After saying that, he hurriedly put away the things he had brought.

"I apologize for my incompetence, Your Excellency. Please seek someone more capable. This is too wicked; I have no other choice."

As he spoke, he turned to leave.

The people in the Marquis's mansion immediately panicked, "No, Master, we have more money if we don't have enough! Please, save the Marquis's mansion!"

Lu Zhufeng felt like he couldn't breathe. The fear of the impending destruction of the Marquis's mansion was like a giant hand gripping his neck, making it hard for him to breathe and making him feel like he was living a life worse than death.

"Yes! Master, I beg you! I'm an old man, I'll kneel down and beg you, please? Please, for my sake, help me this once!"

The old lady's greatest skill was using her age to her advantage; she would bring up her age in everything she did in an attempt to gain the upper hand.

The others also pleaded, each with their own worries, and none of them wanted anything to happen to the Marquis's residence suddenly.

At this moment, Wei Zhaoning pleaded, "Master Wuxin, please help me this time. If there is anything we can do to help in the future, the Duke's Mansion and the General's Mansion will do their utmost."

Master Wuxin reluctantly agreed.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that after all that talk, power is still the most useful thing, especially Lu Zhufeng, who was very glad that he had managed to keep Wei Zhaoning.

Otherwise, he really wouldn't know what to do in such a situation.

Putting everything else aside, Wei Zhaoning is very calm and composed when faced with major events, and she seems to have the demeanor of a matriarch.

She glanced at Wei Jiaruo, who was picking at her fingernails, looking completely indifferent and refusing to utter a single word of pleading.

Suddenly, I felt a little uncomfortable. I felt that Wei Jiaruo was too petty and only suitable for serving men in bed. When faced with important matters, she acted like she didn't know anything and couldn't be taken seriously.

Making her equal in status to Wei Zhaoning is truly unfair to Wei Zhaoning.

Wei Jiaruo seemed to notice Lu Zhufeng's somewhat resentful gaze, and a surge of anger rose within her as well.

What does he mean by that?

She hadn't even complained about his stupidity yet, but he was already complaining about her family background?

Whether it's due to pregnancy-related irritability or something else, lately she really doesn't want to lower herself to please Lu Zhufeng anymore.

Master Wuxin sat down again, took out a piece of paper, and wrote down his birth date and time.

"Is this your ancestor's birth date and time?"

Lu Zhufeng had no idea when his ancestor was born. When he took the document and looked at it, he thought the master was really amazing, as he could calculate his ancestor's birth date and time out of thin air.

So he replied without hesitation, "Yes! Master, you are truly amazing. It is indeed my ancestor's birth date and time."

The old lady wasn't sure either, but she still chimed in, "That's true!"

Such a famous master wouldn't lie.

The master nodded slightly, closed his eyes, and then suddenly opened them.

"Extremely unlucky!"

Everyone was terrified. "Master, what do we want from our ancestors to appease them?!"

The master looked troubled and shook his head. "I'm afraid it's difficult."

"Although there is a way, the chances of it succeeding are very slim. Let's find a better solution. It's not that I don't want to help, but I'm really powerless to do so."

Lu Zhufeng immediately stopped him, "Master, why don't you tell me your method first? How will we know if we don't try?"

Master Wuxin, exasperated by his persistent questioning, had no choice but to say, "It won't work even if I explain, but I'll still make it clear anyway."

Your brother's actions have caused your ancestors to contemplate destroying the family; the evil influence is extremely strong.

No one can suppress this kind of malevolent energy unless there is someone in the Marquis's mansion who was born on the same day, month, and month as your ancestor, even if they were born in a different year.

This alone is like finding a needle in a haystack. Your Excellency should seek help from others and think of another solution.

Lu Zhufeng's hand suddenly fell limply; born on the same day of the same month...

"No! You can't leave!"

"Someone! Report the birth dates of everyone in the household!!"