Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life-Chapter 623 - 621: The Divine Diviner

By the time Lin Wanwan returned to the manor, it was already dark. She had gained a lot today, but the pressure was immense. There were simply too many interpersonal relationships to untangle, it was truly exhausting.

This was despite having Empress Xiao with her; otherwise, like the last time at Princess Changcheng’s place, she would have been even more dizzy.

Upon entering, Lin Wanwan directed a look of profound resentment, seemingly substantial, at Xiao Yixun, despite a lack of expression, ignoring her as if she were invisible.

Attempting to simply disregard this sickly girl, yet she silently followed her movement like a shadow.

There was no helping it, she had to be coaxed.

Lin Wanwan tilted her head and asked Xiao Yixun, "Yixun, want some chocolate?"

Xiao Yixun responded with a faint snort, "No."

"Oh, then would you like to share some candy with me?" Lin Wanwan promptly produced an Alpenliebe candy.

Xiao Yixun, not entirely pleased, opened her mouth, allowing Lin Wanwan to put the candy inside.

"You always leave."

"I have no choice, you think I want to?"

Xiao Yixun was complaining about Lin Wanwan not accompanying her, but she refused to go out, so she had no choice but to stay alone within the manor.

Lin Wanwan had also been quite busy these past few days—visiting Lady Zhangsun on the first day to check her pulse, and yesterday bustling with matters to frighten Princess Consort Yang, today she rushed headlong to wrap up tasks, then forced herself to go to Chang’an City to attend the flower viewing banquet hosted by Empress Xiao.

Of all the people she met today, those Lin Wanwan could now recall were few, with Empress Xiao and Lady Dugu leaving the deepest impression, others she might not even recognize next time they meet.

Someone like Lin Wanwan wasn’t suited for socializing among the noblewomen of Chang’an City. When faces don’t match up with people, it’s easy to offend others.

Lin Wanwan truly envied those with photographic memories, they have advantages in all respects.

She too wished to be extremely adept socially, but perhaps such skill relies heavily on talent, which she lacks.

After coaxing away Xiao Yixun, Lin Wanwan asked Cui Ying to take little Qingyu back to her room to rest, finally gaining some tranquility. She stood before the sink to remove her makeup, slipped off the complex Hanfu overcoat, and wearing only the innerwear, sat before the dressing table, where Hong Yan began to undo her hairstyle.

To avoid embarrassment today, Lin Wanwan had styled her hair intricately, undoing it took quite a while, halfway through she started feeling drowsy.

Yesterday, she had worked through the night, and before leaving managed to catch barely over four hours of sleep, which was far from enough.

Once everything was settled, Lin Wanwan was yawning incessantly and promptly fell asleep.

This sleep was extraordinarily long—she was awakened by the morning sounds of bugs and birds in Great Tang Village.

Today, she didn’t have to go to Chang’an City, she could relax properly.

Technically, the village wasn’t exactly quiet, as daily transport trucks traveled between the Soap and Music Workshop and Chang’an City.

The soap and soap business thrives vigorously, occasionally coupled with Lin Wanwan’s laundry endeavors, earning substantial profits daily.

Once the morning meal was finished, little Qingyu was, as usual, tied down with studying, Xiao Yixun did not step out the main doors at all, leaving Lin Wanwan to stroll alone with her servants along the countryside paths, embracing the spring fields.

In Mozhu Village, most women worked in the Soap and Music Workshop, while the men were busy farming; only the children ran about the paths carefree, without worries.

With the supplement from "pig feed," these previously skin-and-bone villagers have gained some weight.

The village’s piglets have all been castrated, although three percent were killed by inexperienced veterinarians during the process—a loss lower than Lin Wanwan anticipated, still within an acceptable range.

Once these pigs mature, they will become organic pork, using them to make soap feels wasteful to Lin Wanwan.

Yet there’s no choice; even if wasteful, they must be used. She cannot just sell pork in the modern age.

Since pork has no market in the upper echelons of Great Tang society, Lin Wanwan hasn’t planned on marketing it. When this batch of village piglets grows up, she should be ready to return to Mao County.

Speaking of Mao County, on this day, Xiao Chong, accompanied by his personal servant Shuqi, had just finished inspecting a rural area when he encountered an old Daoist with the aura of immortality, alongside a middle-aged servant.

As they brushed past one another, the Daoist suddenly halted with an "Hm" and proceeded to call out to Xiao Chong, "Sir, please hold your step!"

Xiao Chong looked back with slight puzzlement, saluted, and asked, "How should I address this Daoist master? May I inquire the reason for stopping me?"

The Daoist did not respond, instead, he meticulously examined Xiao Chong’s features, muttering, "Strange, strange, clearly should no longer be in this world..."

Martial artists have keen ears; although the old Daoist was ambiguously mumbling to himself, both Xiao Chong and Shuqi heard his words clearly.

Though Xiao Chong remained unperturbed in his calmness, Shuqi could not hold back, "Bold! What nonsense are you uttering! Cursing my young master, are you? Cow-nosed Daoist, the sword in my hand is blind!"

Xiao Chong raised a hand to halt Shuqi’s rebuke, addressing the Daoist, "Our servant’s rudeness, I hope the Daoist master does not take offense."

Only then did the old Daoist awaken from his trance, introducing himself, "I am Yuan Tiangang of Yizhou, and this is my final disciple Li Chunfeng. Wandering here today, unexpectedly meeting you, sir."

"So it is Daoist Master Yuan, I have long admired your renown!"

Xiao Chong had indeed heard of him, this old Daoist versed in astronomy, geography, divination, and mysticism, was most skilled in physiognomy.

However such a highly esteemed mystic claimed he should no longer be alive, what could this mean?

"Young fellow, where are you from?"

"I am Xiao Zifang from Lanling."

"Ah, Lanling’s Xiao family, strange indeed."

Xiao Chong, bewildered by his cryptic words, had no idea what he meant.

Fortunately, Yuan Tiangang wasn’t one to keep secrets, he then said to Xiao Chong, "Such an unusual event encountered, young fellow, today I’ll read a fortune for you free of charge."

As such, Xiao Chong naturally wouldn’t refuse, having heard rumors of the other’s masterful predictions.

Yuan Tiangang spread out a mat carried with him, found a relatively clean spot to lay it down, and began to read the fortune.

After a while, he murmured, "Your life structure is highly peculiar, clearly a short-lived sign, yet your lifespan is forcibly extended, benefiting all under heaven, but you yourself will endure divine punishment."

Xiao Chong frowned, "What does the Daoist master mean?"

Yuan Tiangang packed up the mat, shook his head, "Your second half of life is stolen, by all means, you are a winner. Great Tang is lucky to have you, but with full moons, fullness decreases, surely regrets will come."

After saying this, he stood to leave, Xiao Chong quickly approached to invite him to stay longer, but Yuan Tiangang certainly wouldn’t agree.

This outing was to traverse mountains and seas, estimating his few remaining years; the next stop was his hometown in Sichuan, not wishing to linger further.