Rebirth: Pampered by the Lord
Chapter 1223: Wandering Fortune-Teller

Chapter 1223: Chapter 1223: Wandering Fortune-Teller

Of course, Xuexue was unaware of this secret, but she vaguely felt that the Old Madam was overly wary of her.

The next day, early in the morning.

At the entrance of Prince Pu’s Mansion.

Auntie Tang’s coffin had been placed in a simple shed outside the entrance overnight. Over a dozen servants were bustling around guarding it, which showed how much Princess Consort Pu valued her daughter’s coffin.

Outside Prince Pu’s Mansion was the street, crowded with people coming and going, including vendors, traders who had traveled from afar, and chivalrous warriors of the Itinerant World—just about every kind of person from all over.

The large red coffin placed at the entrance of Prince Pu’s Mansion, along with so many servants guarding it, was indeed too conspicuous.

Passersby couldn’t resist taking a curious glance and whispering a few words before slowly turning away.

The incident with Auntie Tang’s coffin, which had wandered through the streets of the Capital the previous day, had already become a topic for idle conversation.

"Fortune telling! Fortune telling! No payment if it’s inaccurate."

At that moment, a sharp cry came from the eastern street.

Because of the coffin at the entrance of Prince Pu’s Mansion, everyone walking by took care to step lightly, fearing they might disturb the soul within.

The shout was so abrupt that people couldn’t help but turn to look...

A scrawny old man with sunglasses on his eyes, leaning on a cane tapping around on the ground, held a flag in his other hand with the words "fortune telling" emblazoned on it.

People immediately understood that it was a wandering fortune-teller; since he was blind, he didn’t know there was a coffin here, hence the loud call.

A kind-hearted lady passing by went up to stop him: "Master, ahead is Prince Pu’s Mansion, they’re holding a funeral. Prince Pu was injured by the War Prince recently, and he’s in a bad mood. You should be careful, don’t bring trouble upon yourself."

The fortune-teller, acting as if he hadn’t heard her, mumbled to himself, "No wonder, I could sense the evil aura ahead."

"Master, what nonsense are you spouting? Be careful, if Prince Pu hears you, you’ll be in big trouble."

"No, no, this evil aura is too strong. If it’s not stopped, I’m afraid disaster will befall Prince Pu’s Mansion."

"Ha?"

The lady jumped in fright.

Ordinary people believed wholeheartedly in ghosts and gods, and upon hearing such ominous words, dared not approach.

The wandering fortune-teller, relying on his cane, had already reached the entrance of Prince Pu’s Mansion and proceeded directly towards the placement of the coffin.

His speed was astonishing, not at all like someone who was blind.

"Hey! What are you doing? Get away quickly!" The servants guarding the coffin hurried forward to drive him away.

The wandering fortune-teller: "Shh, keep your voices down, don’t disturb the soul."

The servants assumed the wandering fortune-teller was just there to beg for food and drink, so they paid him no mind.

"You old man, don’t you see what day it is for begging? Our eldest miss is dead, the Prince and Princess Consort are grieving, so I advise you to leave quickly and not bring bad luck."

"Tut-tut-tut, young man, how do you speak like that? Accusing me of bringing bad luck, aren’t you afraid the Prince will get angry when he hears this?"

The wandering fortune-teller clicked his tongue and shook his head, sighing as he spoke.

Upon hearing this, the servant’s face changed drastically. The words that had slipped out unintentionally were now a handle in the wandering fortune-teller’s hand, spoken aloud to all. If the Prince heard of it, they would be in major trouble.

"What bad luck, when did I ever say that? You must have misheard," the servant decided to deny it to the end.