The Useless Heiress Is Actually A Bigshot

"Old man, what should I call you?" Zhong Niangyao looked at the old man who had been kindly persuading her and suddenly, she became interested.

The old man hadn't expected Zhong Niangyao to abruptly change the subject, but after a moment's hesitation, he still opened his mouth to respond, "Old man's surname is Yang, the people around here all call me Master Yang."

Zhong Niangyao nodded, then swiftly changed the topic with a smile, "Grandpa Yang, our meeting here today is also fate. So, how about for this first divination, I'll do it for you?"

"Ha?"

Zhong Niangyao's approach left Old Man Yang completely stunned. When he looked at Zhong Niangyao, his eyes filled with a hint of intrigue, "Young lady, you—"

"Grandpa Yang," Zhong Niangyao continued, her smile widening, "considering our fated meeting today, and that it's my first day setting up shop, and you being my first customer," she said warmly, "this divination will be free of charge."

Old Man Yang felt he couldn't see through Zhong Niangyao and was even more uncertain of what exactly she intended. However, since she offered to do a free divination for him, he was indifferent. It would also be an opportunity for him to see what this young lady was made of, daring to set up a stall here.

It was known that although there were quite a few swindlers at Tongtian Bridge, there were also many genuinely talented people. Even the swindlers were very skillful in their speech.

If one didn't have any real ability, they definitely couldn't survive at Tongtian Bridge.

Seeing Old Man Yang's look, Zhong Niangyao knew he had no objections. She opened her mouth with a cheerful grin, "Then, please write a character!"

Old Man Yang didn't object either. He picked up the pen from the table and after some thought, wrote a "Yang" character on the white paper.

Zhong Niangyao glanced at the character on the table and began to make calculations with her fingers, she then inquired, "Grandpa Yang, what are you divining for?"

Old Man Yang didn't answer directly but instead asked with a smile, "Young lady, why don't you tell me what I've come to divine for!"

This was clearly a challenge; his actions were meant to make the young woman in front of him realize the difficulty and not waste time here.

Unexpectedly, after hearing these words, Zhong Niangyao didn't even frown but looked again at that character and Old Man Yang's face before saying calmly, "Alright, I'll tell you now: the person you are looking for is still alive, and you will have the day when you can meet again."

Upon hearing this, Old Man Yang's face changed dramatically. He suddenly stood up, his gaze at Ye Leng'an was filled with intensity, his throat was particularly hoarse, and it took him a long time to force out the words, "You... You're telling the truth?"

His voice carried endless hope and also a faint trepidation, as if he feared her words might be false. At this moment, all he cared about were the words she had spoken, no longer doubting the young woman opposite him.

Zhong Niangyao nodded, "You've written the traditional character for Yang, which is also your surname. The 'mu' part signifies negation, indicating that you and he are not together at the moment. But as 'wood grows toward the sun,' the person you are seeking is full of vitality, still alive. New Year's Day marks the start of the year, signifying rebirth and hope."

"So, the person you're searching for is alive, and there's the hope of a reunion."

"Moreover, your facial features lack the signs of losing a son, but the area of your 'children palace' is somewhat dim, suggesting that you aren't together at this moment. Thus, the person you're seeking is your son."

At this point, Old Man Yang was filled with shock. Looking at Zhong Niangyao, the previous disdain was gone, replaced by a hint of respect as he eagerly inquired again, "When can we meet?"

He no longer doubted her as a fraud. The matter of searching for his son was unknown to those here. In fact, no one even knew that he had a son.

His son had been abducted when he was about a year old. Although Old Man Yang had some knowledge of geomancy, he couldn't find his son. For many years, he hadn't given up, but deep down he felt a desperation, thinking he might never see his son in this lifetime.

Yet, today, Zhong Niangyao's words reignited his hope. All he asked for was a chance to see his son again during his lifetime. That would be enough for him.

"It won't be long," Zhong Niangyao said with a smile, "So, take good care of your wife and cheer her up. Only then will the day of reunion come."

"Yes, yes, yes." Old Man Yang rubbed his hands together, trying to calm his excitement, "I will take good care of her, she will be alright, and we will wait for our son's return."

After speaking, he stood up and bowed deeply to Zhong Niangyao, "Young lady, thank you."