My Lady Always Lacks Ambition-Chapter 932 - 913: She’s About to Stir Up Trouble

It’s not that Lord Zuo wants to criticize Qin Liuxi for not being a good person; it’s what she said before, it always felt somewhat peculiar, and now suddenly mentioning asking Luan Bailin to come, this feeling deepened.

She’s stirring up trouble!

The Great General glanced at Qin Liuxi several times, his brows deep in furrow, feeling something odd but indescribable.

This little Taoist seems more erratic and unpredictable than any Daoist he’s seen before.

And now, Qin Liuxi had reached the Gold-plated Incense Burner holding carved immortal cranes by the bedside table and leaned in, her nose twitching, saying: "There’s something mixed in the incense."

She glanced around, seeing a small drawer in the table, opened it to find a rosewood carved flower incense box, then said: "Your family is quite wealthy, even using rosewood for an incense box."

The Great General replied indifferently: "Not worth much."

"How much Silver would the Great General spend to find Miss Zheng?" Qin Liuxi asked as she opened the incense box.

The Great General said excitedly: "If I could find my son, I would give up half my fortune."

"The Great General is truly generous." Qin Liuxi picked up an incense stick, sniffed it, and said: "This Silent is indeed mixed into the calming incense. You trust those around you so much, not guarding against this, these harmful things are placed openly. Is it acting with the mind of ’darkness under the lamp’?"

The Great General’s face turned cold as water.

He took the incense Qin Liuxi handed, went to the door, and called loudly for someone. A plain-faced servant came in, kneeling before them.

"Check—who has handled this incense."

"Yes."

Once the person took the incense and left, the Great General asked again: "How long have I been poisoned?"

"About a year or so," Qin Liuxi turned and said: "If you take more medicine and are greatly stimulated, it will lead to complete weakness, probably not surviving till next year."

The Great General’s anger erupted, his body emitting a chilling aura, bending over in a severe coughing fit.

"Don’t be angry," Qin Liuxi walked over, squeezing and massaging his hand repeatedly, saying: "There will be plenty to be angry about later, rest first."

The Great General: "!"

Is this meant to be comforting?

Seems more like adding insult to injury.

Lord Zuo said: "Do you think it can be treated?"

"This Silent, although it can kill silently in weakness, it also allows for detoxification; because it acts slowly, there’s a chance for survival, a slim hope like now. Want to live, don’t inhale it or ingest it again, take the Detoxification Pill and herbal medicine I prescribe, slowly drain the residual toxins from the body and recover." Qin Liuxi said: "As for who poisoned you so, with no defenses, it must be someone you greatly trust, you need to investigate yourself. Sometimes, knowing a person’s facade doesn’t reveal their heart, someone may appear loyal or sincere, yet may not truly be good."

The Great General furrowed his brows, thought, and said: "You say I’ve ingested the poison too? Not every day?"

"Yes, if taken daily, the doctor and Imperial Physician would likely notice something wrong, exposing it instead. The person hiding is very cautious and stable-minded, willing to slowly exhaust you rather than jeopardize the plan." Qin Liuxi said coldly.

The Great General felt his scalp tighten, a chill spreading through his body.

Someone right beside him wishes him harm, and he’s unaware, who is human or ghost in human disguise.

Lord Zuo saw the Great General’s face dark as a pot bottom, and comforted: "Though this is great misfortune turned into fortune, Junior Temple Master sees it, Old Zheng, don’t worry."

The Great General forced a bitter smile, how could he be relieved?

Qin Liuxi changed the topic: "Now let’s talk about Miss Zheng, I hear from Lord Zuo that you’ve asked both gods and Buddha, and consulted Daoists about Miss Zheng’s whereabouts?"

"Yes, impossible to find, I’ve thought of all methods." The Great General sat down, sorrowful: "But no matter what means are used, it’s disappointment over and over."

"I see you’re seeking south, who calculated that for you?"

The Great General replied: "It was Jian Daoist from Jinhua Temple, skilled in divination, calculated based on birth dates, said to search south."

"Give me the birth dates."

The Great General quickly grabbed pen and paper, scribbled his daughter’s birth dates, passed them over, eyes eager: "Look for me."

Qin Liuxi took them, bent her fingers to calculate, somewhat shocked.

"What is it?" The Great General saw her surprised expression, worried.

Qin Liuxi said: "Miss Zheng’s Life Chart is extraordinarily noble."

She picked up the pen, drawing on the paper: "The day stem is Bing Ding fire, sitting in the land of gold and water, riding the wind in power, as gold is wealth and water is official, with robust support she is wealthy; known in physiognomy as Vermilion Bird Flying, if born male, destined for high rank and wealth, riding wind and waves to the sky, if female, Vermilion Bird resembles phoenix, called Vermilion, ranks below phoenix, either an Imperial Concubine or Princess."

Whoa.

Lord Zuo and the Great General inhaled sharply.

So noble?

"But, Old Zheng, you set Miss Yao as a scholar, Wenquxing, far from being a king." Lord Zuo recalled Luan Bailin’s status.

The Great General was full of joy, saying: "Not now, but can’t achieve great things in the future, become a Marquis or Prince? Even a different surname prince is still a prince."

This seems to make sense, but aren’t you a little too confident!

Lord Zuo pouted, holding back from saying something discouraging, to avoid provoking him.

He refrained, but Qin Liuxi would speak.

"You’re taking it too casually, don’t forget, your girl is still missing, life or death unknown, what makes her a Princess?" Qin Liuxi said: "Also, maybe you chose the wrong person from the start? She was meant for an Imperial Princess’s fate, but became an Imperial Decree Wife."

Puff.

The Great General took her piercing words like a deflated balloon, leaking air and collapsing.

"Then hurry and find her," Lord Zuo said.

Qin Liuxi said: "Give me some copper coin."

The Great General felt around himself, without even a wallet, then searched his room and dug out some copper coin.

Qin Liuxi glanced at them, picking out the three most auspicious copper coin, clasped them tightly with both hands, murmured spells, and threw them.

One hexagram showed, she noted it, then cast again, noting until the Six Trigram Divination emerged, then she began the calculation.

The divination slowly revealed, she eyed the hexagram, then looked up at the Great General’s hopeful and eager demeanor, and gently pursed her lips.

Lord Zuo saw this, his heart sinking.

The Great General’s heart felt as if tied to a heavy stone, dropping heavily, showing a smile worse than crying: "Just say it."

"She... has long been gone." Qin Liuxi sighed.

The Great General blacked out, fell backward.

Lord Zuo: I knew she was stirring trouble, not realizing she’d rattle the heavens, what trouble is this!