The Useless Heiress Is Actually A Bigshot

"There's nothing,"

Zhao Xuanlang very naturally tucked the talisman paper into his pocket.

Li Chenghao was half-convinced, but he didn't probe any further.

On the other hand, Zhong Niangyao went straight to the classroom and just as she was at the door, she suddenly felt dizzy. She managed to steady herself by holding onto the doorframe, preventing herself from falling.

After the dizzy spell had passed, a flicker of deep thought crossed the bottom of Zhong Niangyao's eyes.

Upon entering the classroom, Zhong Niangyao gained the attention of everyone.

The incident of her jumping into the river for Li Jingming had become the talk of the college.

It could be said that many were watching her make a fool of herself.

Zhong Niangyao simply didn't have the time to bother about others; she bent her head, thinking about what had just happened.

That spell of dizziness at the door of the classroom was definitely not a random symptom. It was as if her soul was somewhat unstable.

Even though a fortune teller doesn't read his own fortune, she felt that she still needed to find time to do a reading for herself to figure out what was going on.

However, she didn't have any divination tools handy. Reincarnated in this world, the treasures she had collected before couldn't follow her here. Thinking about it, it really felt melancholic!

For a moment, Zhong Niangyao couldn't help shaking her head and sighing.

People around her, seeing Zhong Niangyao's melancholic appearance, couldn't help but let their imaginations run wild, thinking she was troubled over Li Jingming.

Shortly, a rumor about Zhong Niangyao being heartbroken over Li Jingming spread throughout the classroom. After this class, the rumor started circulating in the college as well.

Zhong Niangyao was still immersed in her own thoughts, pondering where she could find a suitable tool.

This was not an easy task, as such treasures were not easily found. Even with ample funds, she couldn't buy such treasures.

After the class ended, she stood up and quickly left the classroom. Because during the class, she had suddenly remembered a memory—in an ancient alley in the Imperial Capital, there were many antique shops, which might have the things she needed.

Stepping into that old street felt like traveling back to the 60s and 70s.

It was a quaint old alley with shops on both sides exuding a sense of antiquity.

Zhong Niangyao didn't know why the original host had such a memory of this alley.

Nevertheless, Zhong Niangyao didn't dwell on it. She began wandering around the alley, occasionally glancing at the small vendors on the ground and of course, checking out the shops on both sides.

However, after two rounds, she still hadn't found anything she liked.

Unable to help herself, she sighed in disappointment.

Zhong Niangyao lifted her foot, about to leave the alley. But in an instant, her peripheral vision caught sight of several old-looking copper coins on a small stall.

The copper coins were almost entirely covered with patina, appearing very ancient and dirty. They were placed somewhat haphazardly at one corner of the street stall, strung together with a nearly blackened red silk thread.

Zhong Niangyao approached the stall at a leisurely pace and began to feign interest in selecting items.

Seeing Zhong Niangyao in front of his stall, the vendor's spirits immediately lifted, and he began his pitch, "Miss, you really do have an eye! The things on my stall here, they're all good items. Many of them are antiques."

"Is that so? Your word doesn't count for much," Zhong Niangyao shook her head, "And if these aren't antiques, it's not like I can return or refund them here, right?"

"That's impossible," the vendor immediately shook his head, "Miss, since you came here, you should be aware of the rules. Once the goods leave, there are no returns or exchanges. Any problems, you can only blame your own misfortune."

Many people come to this street to hunt for treasures, to see if they might stumble upon a lucky find.