Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

The little Taoist was on his way over with two strawberries, still attached to their leaves, when he saw the old man divining and quickly came closer, "Master, what’s about to happen?"

The old man reached for the strawberries and popped one into his mouth, satisfied, squinting his eyes, "The strawberries from here taste better than anywhere else. Let’s stay here for a while."

"Master, you still haven’t told me."

The boy’s curiosity was strong, and he insisted on pestering the old man for a clear answer.

The old man, besieged by persistence, finished the strawberries and finally pointed to the paper on the ground, "Let’s calculate again where the solution to her predicament lies."

"Master, aren’t you making this difficult for me?" the Taoist frowned, "Don’t you already know my capabilities?"

The old man chuckled and shook his head, "Heavenly Secret has nothing to do with skill; it’s all about destiny. You try and see."

"Alright, but don’t scold me if I get it wrong."

Since the master had spoken, the Taoist stopped hesitating and began the divination using Shu Wan’s birth chart.

It was mid-afternoon, and the sunlight was strong, casting a soft glow on the Taoist.

Indeed, the Taoist’s foundation was not deep, and the process of divination was quite clumsy.

However, the Taoist had no desires or pursuits, putting his wholehearted effort into it, which gave off a natural, unpolished honesty and sincerity.