Rebirth: Pampered by the Lord
Chapter 1225 Strange Illness

Chapter 1225: Chapter 1225 Strange Illness

The servant’s confident demeanor didn’t seem like a lie, and the steward was half doubting, half believing, as he turned his head, eyes slightly narrowed, carefully scrutinizing the small-statured wandering fortune-teller before him...

He was dressed in a blue long robe, and his sallow face was full of fine wrinkles, with a long white beard on his chin. The whole person looked utterly ordinary, difficult to spot if cast among a crowd.

"You really can tell fortunes?"

"Of course, people in the itinerant world were kind enough to give this old man a nickname~~ Divine Calculator."

"What? You’re the Divine Calculator?" The steward’s eyes widened in disbelief.

"What? Could it be that you’ve heard of this old man’s name as well?"

"Renowned, renowned, my eyes failed to recognize the master." The steward quickly replied, he was surprised that the Divine Calculator not only appeared plain but dressed so ordinarily.

In the past six months, a name of Divine Calculator suddenly rose among the itinerant world, becoming famous in Moli Country. From common folk to Imperial Appointed Officials, they had long admired him.

Suddenly, as if recalling something, the steward hurriedly asked, "Master, you said the evil spirit is too strong and the Prince’s family is in trouble, is it true?"

"Of course, lives are at stake, how would this old man dare to speak carelessly?"

On hearing this, the steward started pacing anxiously: "Oh my! What should we do?"

"Why the rush! Isn’t there still me?"

"Right, right, I forgot, with the master here you can surely help us solve it. Quickly, master, hurry inside to see the Prince and Princess Consort."

"Mm."

The wandering fortune-teller tapped his staff on the ground as he followed the steward into Prince Pu’s Mansion.

They wound through twisting paths, turning and winding, passing through gardens, pavilion corners, and who knows how long they walked, finally stopping before the door to a courtyard.

Inside, maids and servant boys hurried back and forth in panic.

The sound of footsteps, objects being thrown, accompanied by painful groans coming from inside, it was truly chaotic within.

"Master, hurry, the Prince, Princess Consort, and Young Master are all in the inner room!"

Since they all fell ill together, running here and there to take care of one meant neglecting another, the steward simply moved them into one room for easier care.

Tang Jinghao clutched his stomach on a big bed, rolling back and forth in apparent agony, crying out: "Oh, it hurts so much, Father, Mother, save me! Haohao is about to die of pain."

As he twisted painfully, white foam also spilled from the corners of his mouth.

On another large bed beside him, the situation of Prince Pu and his wife was similar, rolling in pain, unable to care for themselves, let alone their son.

The steward came in, looking at one, then the other, overwhelmed and dazed: "This...how should we deal with this!"

The wandering fortune-teller groped his way to the table, putting down his fortune-telling sign: "Why panic? Didn’t I say I have a solution?"

He said, taking out a small bottle from his body.

The steward stared eagerly: "Master, will these medicines bring relief to the Prince and Princess Consort?"

"Yes."

"Then quickly hand them over." The steward reached out wanting to take them.

The wandering fortune-teller swiftly raised a hand to avoid him: "No, not yet."

"How much silver? Master, name your price."

The steward thought the wandering fortune-teller wanted to negotiate a price before giving the medicine, knowing the rules, he hurriedly said, thinking that saving the lives of the Prince, Princess Consort, and Young Master was paramount. Wealth comes from outside, born of nothing and taken to the grave, as long as there is life, there’s always a way to earn more.