Rebirth: Pampered by the Lord
Chapter 1230: Resentment Growing Stronger

Chapter 1230: Chapter 1230: Resentment Growing Stronger

The wandering fortune-teller was calm and unhurried, his fingers under his sleeve flicking lightly, a grain of white substance shot towards Tang Jinghao at a speed invisible to the naked eye...

"Ouch!"

Tang Jinghao, who was about to grab the box, suddenly felt a severe cramp in his stomach, and the pain grew increasingly intense. He crouched on the ground in agony, clutching his stomach and incessantly yelling, "Ouch, it hurts... it’s killing me."

Princess Consort Pu was greatly shocked and hurried forward to try to help him up. Unexpectedly, Tang Jinghao, engulfed in pain, was strong and in his panic, pushed her away...

Princess Consort Pu, having just recovered from an illness, was weak and was easily knocked to the ground.

"Ah...!"

Her body fell heavily to the ground, her palm scraping and bleeding.

Seeing this, Prince Pu stepped forward to help her up: "Princess Consort, are you alright?"

"I’m fine, just a small scrape."

Prince Pu looked at the Princess Consort’s fair arm covered with bloodstains, and blood staining her sleeves like small Mei Hua blossoms, and became very angry. He turned to scold Tang Jinghao, wondering how he could treat his own mother like this. However, seeing him writhing in pain on the ground, clearly losing his senses, his heart softened.

"Haohao, what’s wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Father, it hurts... I’m dying from the pain." Beads of sweat as large as beans rolled down Tang Jinghao’s forehead.

"How can this be? Wasn’t the poison removed?" Prince Pu turned his head to look at the wandering fortune-teller, puzzled.

The wandering fortune-teller coldly smiled: "The poison was indeed removed, but the Eldest Young Master’s temperament was too anxious, causing the little remaining poison in his body to flare up again."

"What nonsense is this? Didn’t you remove the poison? How is there still some left?"

"Of course, you are plagued by an evil spirit, which cannot be solved by ordinary medicine. If you hadn’t met me, no matter how much Silver you had, by midnight tonight, your entire family would meet their demise."

"What? Plagued by what evil spirit?"

Prince Pu looked bewildered, indicating he did not know what was happening.

The wandering fortune-teller said, "It’s all caused by the female corpse outside."

Upon hearing this, Prince Pu immediately refuted: "Impossible, how is this possible! She is my daughter, how could she harm our family."

"Once a person dies, there’s no familial bond to speak of."

"Nonsense, I don’t believe it."

A daughter loved for decades acting this way after death was a fact Prince Pu could not accept.

Of course, ever since knowing the person before him was the Divine Calculator, he no longer doubted his words.

The Divine Calculator’s reputation wasn’t earned lightly in the itinerant world.

"Prince, forgive my bluntness, your daughter was an indiscreet woman in life, because of her, a man died, causing her to die prematurely and unjustly. Initially, if you had allowed her a proper burial, there would have been no unrest. However, your deep paternal love made you insist she was poisoned and refused to lay her to rest, causing her resentment to grow, determined to drag your entire family down before she would relent."

The wandering fortune-teller’s words had just fallen when Prince Pu’s legs went weak, and he plopped onto the ground, muttering to himself: "How can this be? How is this possible?"

As for Princess Consort Pu, upon hearing this, she immediately responded angrily: "Master, what nonsense are you spouting? My daughter’s conduct in life was always very upright, never a whisper of gossip, how could she be indiscreet?"

Finally, she clenched her teeth and added: "Master, the dead are of great importance, I hope you will have some virtue in your words."