Prince Pu eagerly looked at the wandering fortune-teller, "Master, is there any way to break it?"
The fortune-teller did not speak, rely gazing at him with glowing eyes, as if waiting for sothing...
Prince Pu was completely puzzled, "What’s the matter?"
The steward, seeing this, quickly stepped forward and whispered a reminder, "Prince, the silver..."
Only then did Prince Pu realize, "Oh!"
Rumor had it that the Divine Calculator’s divinations were extrely accurate, and he was easy-going, without putting on airs. However, his only public flaw was his extre love for money.
Prince Pu couldn’t help but glance doubtfully at the fortune-teller, having heard that he had an eccentric personality; for wealthy families, his fortune-telling fees were exorbitant, while for the poor, he reportedly charged nothing, and if they were indeed in poverty, would even give them silver to help.
Today, he had rcilessly taken three thousand taels from them. Rembering this made Prince Pu’s heart ache; three thousand taels would fund the Prince’s Mansion for a long ti. Now it seed the Divine Calculator was going to charge another fee, and Prince Pu’s heart trembled. This damn scoundrel was intent on swindling the Prince Pu’s Mansion dry.
Yet, for the sake of his old life.
No matter how unwilling, Prince Pu suppressed his resentnt, forcing a smile that was more painful than crying, and asked the fortune-teller, "Very well, Master, how much more silver is required?"
"Not much."
"That’s great news." Upon hearing this, Prince Pu breathed a sigh of relief; if another three thousand was demanded, the Prince Pu’s Mansion couldn’t bear it.
"29,999 taels."
"Thud."
Prince Pu lost his balance and fell to the ground, accidentally knocking his chin and grimacing in pain, internally cursing the Divine Calculator—this damned old fool. It would’ve been better if he hadn’t spoken; his words were life-threatening. What did he an by ’not much’? What’s the difference between 29,999 taels and 30,000 taels? It infuriated him; clearly, this was a joke at his expense.
The Princess Consort Pu and the steward quickly helped him up from either side.
The Princess Consort Pu reproachfully said, "Old Master, you’re such a big man, but you’re as careless as a child, falling so easily, not even a bit careful."
Prince Pu felt miserable; it wasn’t carelessness, he was startled! Wasn’t he?
Still, it wasn’t good to say this in front of the Divine Calculator, so he mumbled incoherently, brushing it off.
The steward had no clue about the Prince’s thoughts, "Prince, the Master is waiting for you to give the silver."
Oh dear! My goodness!
The Prince felt another pang in his heart, this damned steward. Couldn’t he read his expressions? Didn’t he know the Prince was heartbroken? Couldn’t he wait a bit before ntioning it?
"Prince?"
With no response from the Prince, the steward asked again.
Everyone in the room was eagerly watching Prince Pu, waiting for his answer.
"Go... go! Go to the accounting room and get it," faced with no way out, Prince Pu weakly waved his hand. It seed this ti the Prince Pu’s Mansion would truly be emptied of its family assets; he felt even breathing was painful.
He couldn’t help but feel deep regret. If he had known earlier that his daughter had done sothing to ruin their reputation, which led to the adulterer being killed by Situ Yongjie, and later, according to the Divine Calculator, the adulterer, unwilling to accept his death, also brought about his daughter’s demise. Due to his stubbornness, he had refused to let his daughter’s body be buried, leading to the current situation at Prince Pu’s Mansion. The more Prince Pu thought, the more he regretted. The earlier bouts of pain, foaming at the mouth, and the feeling of life being worse than death were not feigned. Thinking back now, he was terrified; he had co so close to the entire family eting their end.
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