After the ghost-hunting master descended the mountain, his fame spread throughout the capital.

Chu Yanzhao's gentle smile remained unchanged. "Miss Jiang? I saw you in the private room on the second floor just now. I thought I was mistaken, but it really is you. And this is..."

His smile deepened, a mixture of curiosity and inquiry in his eyes. "...Experiencing everyday life in the city?"

Jiang Dusheng looked up, glanced at him expressionlessly, and said in a flat tone, "One divination, two hundred taels. Want to have your fortune told?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Yanzhao raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly, seemingly not expecting her to be so direct.

But the smile on his face did not diminish in the slightest. Instead, he simply took out two hundred-tael silver notes from his sleeve and placed them on the table in front of Jiang Dusheng.

"Calculate."

Jiang Dusheng: "..."

Looking at the two silver notes, she suddenly realized that she had made a mistake.

If I had known he would be so decisive, I should have just doubled the price.

She didn't touch the banknotes, but only asked, "What is it?" Her tone remained flat.

Chu Yanzhao did not deliberately avoid looking away; his gaze naturally fell on her face.

Especially that bright spot between her eyebrows.

The setting sun cast a pale gold hue on her face, making the vermilion mark stand out even more, like a jade maiden emerging from an ancient temple in the deep mountains, quietly observing the mortal world.

He composed himself, tapped his folding fan lightly in his palm, and said, "It's quite a coincidence, but today I happened to go to Nanchansi Temple to offer incense."

"I've heard that Miss Jiang learned astrology and divination at the temple."

He paused, his smile gentle, but a barely perceptible hint of inquiry flickered in his eyes:

"In that case, I would like to ask Miss Jiang to use this method to cast a divination for me."

He leaned forward slightly, lowered his voice, and asked clearly, "I want to calculate that Wanqing and I are mutually in love, and our relationship is arranged by our parents."

"However, marriage is a major life event, concerning one's entire life, so I can't help but feel uneasy. May I ask you, young lady, to divine whether our marriage will be smooth, fulfilling, and fruitful?"

A crowd of onlookers gradually gathered around, and soon someone recognized Chu Yanzhao.

"Hey, isn't that the young master of Prince Chun's mansion? What's he doing here at a market stall telling fortunes?"

Someone muttered under their breath, full of surprise.

"I remember this girl called herself Jiang Dusheng before... Could she be related to the Second Miss Jiang who is engaged to Prince Chu?" another person suddenly realized.

"Yes, yes, yes! I heard that the eldest daughter of the Jiang family, who was raised in a temple since childhood, returned to the manor a few days ago. Could it be this one?"

"Tsk tsk, that's rare. The future brother-in-law is asking his sister-in-law to predict his marriage and future prospects?"

The murmurs drifted into Jiang Dusheng's ears, and he found them amusing.

It seems that the Crown Prince of Chu's visit to Nanchan Temple today was a pretense; his real purpose was to find out her background.

Passing by this stall unintentionally at this moment was probably intentional.

Want to test your own limits?

Then don't blame her for being ruthless.

A kind smile slowly spread across Jiang Dusheng's face as his gaze swept over Chu Yanzhao's handsome features.

In her eyes, beneath that gentle, jade-like exterior, the intricacies of destiny and fortune are clearly revealed.

"The Crown Prince of Chu is undoubtedly of noble birth," she said in a steady voice. "His eyebrows are broad, his brows are prominent, and his nose is straight like a hanging gall bladder, indicating that he will have a prosperous middle age, with no shortage of wealth and promising power."

"With such a face, not to mention wealth and honor, it's not impossible for them to achieve even greater things."

These words deepened Chu Yanzhao's smile, but a hint of composure, as if he had known all along, flashed in his eyes.

Those around him nodded in agreement; a young master like him was naturally destined for great wealth and honor.

However, Jiang Dusheng abruptly changed the subject, his gaze falling on the couple's palace, his voice carrying a hint of coldness:

"But... the Crown Prince's fate in matters of destiny is truly interesting."

"It is true that the Red Phoenix Star is in motion, but its brilliance is only on the surface. Inside, there is a faint, cold, bluish aura that is not of the same origin as the noble aura in your own destiny palace. Instead, it is like an incompatible shackle."

She raised her eyes, looking directly into Chu Yanzhao's slightly narrowed gaze, and said, word by word:

"Your relationship with Jiang Wanqing began with scheming and ended with mutual benefit. It was outwardly glamorous, but inwardly withered. As for the ending... forgive my bluntness, but you and Jiang Wanqing... will not have a good ending."

The phrase "did not die a good death" was spoken lightly, yet it resounded like a thunderclap around the stall.

The surrounding chatter fell silent instantly, and everyone stared in disbelief.

Chu Yanzhao's gentle smile finally froze completely, and a look of disbelief and astonishment flashed in his eyes.

He never expected that Jiang Dusheng would dare to so bluntly assert in the bustling marketplace that his marriage to Jiang Wanqing would end in tragedy.

His fingers tightened suddenly in his sleeve, his knuckles turning white, but years of cultivation allowed him to quickly suppress his emotions. His eyes darkened, and he was about to speak.

Jiang Dusheng, however, seemed not to notice his reaction and continued speaking, his tone even carrying a hint of pity:

"Since Prince Chu went to Nanchan Temple to take care of me today, I'll give you another divination for free."

She leaned slightly forward, lowering her voice to a whisper, loud enough for only the two of them to hear, yet each word was sharp and piercing:

"Your Highness, the hidden lines at the corners of your eyes conceal your cunning. The people you follow may seem to be at the height of their power, but in reality, their foundations are already crooked, and they are about to collapse without even realizing it."

"If you continue to be obsessed with this path and serve him hand and foot, be careful in the future... when the tree falls and the monkeys scatter, your destiny of being both rich and noble will likely lose its nobility first, and then it will be difficult to keep the wealth, ending up in a miserable state."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Yanzhao felt a jolt in his heart, and a thin layer of sweat instantly broke out on his back.

What did she know? How could she possibly know?!

But his expression suddenly turned serious, and he swiftly unfolded his folding fan, holding it in front of him, his voice lowered:

"Miss Jiang, please be careful with your words! As a member of the imperial family, I have received the Emperor's favor, and my only master is His Majesty!"

He reacted very quickly and immediately distanced himself from the situation.

Jiang Dusheng, however, didn't care at all. He sat up straight again, as if what he had just said was just a casual remark.

She looked at the barely concealed surprise and coldness in Chu Yanzhao's eyes, then suddenly smiled sweetly. The smile was completely harmless, but it made Chu Yanzhao's heart even colder.

She said lightly, "That's all I have to say. Believe it or not, it's up to you."

After saying that, she stopped looking at Chu Yanzhao's rapidly changing expression, reached out and calmly put the two hundred-tael silver notes into her sleeve, her movements swift and decisive.

Then, she made a gesture to clear the area, her tone returning to its usual calm: "The divination is finished, Your Highness. Please proceed. Do not block the way for those who truly wish to have their fortunes told."

As soon as she said this, the crowd that had been gathered together subconsciously moved back a little.

Chu Yanzhao sat there, his hand gripping the folding fan tightly, his gentle mask almost cracking.

He gave Jiang Dusheng a deep look, his eyes devoid of any smile, only scrutiny remained.

In the end, he said nothing more, abruptly closed his folding fan, stood up, turned around, and left.