Fu Sang had a dream.
The dream seemed to replay his memories, yet it also seemed to deviate slightly from what had actually happened
“I’m going to kill you…”
He heard himself repeat this phrase.
“I’m going to kill you, go die, go die…”
He bit down fiercely on someone’s neck, using all his strength, as if he truly wanted to kill him.
His teeth broke through skin and blood vessels, and a liquid spread between his lips and teeth. It wasn’t cold and bitter, but carried a warm, rusty iron taste.
“…I hate you so much, Qi Changying.”
The not-so-deep sleep was broken with this sentence from the dream, and Fu Sang opened his eyes.
He didn’t know what time it was. The bright daylight was blocked by the curtains, leaving the room dim and hazy.
The hangover headache made him curl up, pulling the covers over his head, not quite ready to wake up.
“What’s wrong?”
The ghost outside the blanket asked.
“None of your business.”
Fu Sang closed his eyes and rested for a while before finally throwing off the covers and sitting up.
His hair was a mess, and the dark circles under his eyes seemed even deeper. He was wearing a loose black short-sleeved T-shirt, the thin fabric outlining his lean, slender shoulders.
The heating in the rental apartment wasn’t good, and it seemed to have gotten colder again today. The moment he got out from under the warm blanket, his thin clothes immediately turned cold.
“It’s snowing outside.”
Qi Changying knelt by the small attic window and said.
Fu Sang didn’t even lift his eyelids, showing no interest.
Whether it snowed or hailed, what did it have to do with him?
“Look.” But Qi Changying seemed particularly eager to share, drawing back the curtain without permission.
The harsh light from outside immediately illuminated the room. Fu Sang, like a ghost that would turn to ash upon seeing sunlight, immediately raised his hand to shield his eyes, letting out an impatient “Tsk”:
“Close it.”
So, the room that had been bright for a moment dimmed again.
But the curtain wasn’t completely shut; a finger-wide gap remained in the middle.
Light slipped through the gap, becoming an especially white and bright band of light that fell precisely across Fu Sang.
At least it wasn’t blinding anymore, so Fu Sang let it slide.
He reached over and turned on the warm yellow bedside lamp on the bedside table.
On the nightstand lay a copy of “The Biography of Qi Changying” with a bookmark in it. He hadn’t finished reading it, and he didn’t want to continue anyway, because Qi Changying had said a considerable portion of it was fabricated.
“Lidu almost never gets snow, but the northwestern border gets a lot. The winters there are very long. One year, there was a blizzard at the border, and the white snow piled up to the calves, as if the entire world was blanketed in white.”
Qi Changying spoke, and Fu Sang listened absently, casually pulling a cigarette from the bedside drawer and lighting it.
“Snowy days are beautiful, but seeing snow brings more worry than joy. I would worry about whether the army has enough supplies, whether the enemy will take advantage of the snow to launch a surprise attack, whether the soldiers will find the cold nights hard to bear, catch illness, or even freeze to death. Fortunately, people today don’t seem to have such concerns. Even with heavy snow falling outside the window, the room is still warm as spring.”
Fu Sang lowered his head and took a drag of the cigarette: “No one asked.”
“Mm, I know, but I want to tell you.”
Qi Changying came closer, looked at the cigarette in Fu Sang’s hand, thought for a moment, and couldn’t help asking:
“What is this? It seems like this can be found everywhere in your house.”
“?” Fu Sang raised an eyebrow slightly, held the cigarette out to him, and crooked his finger, signaling him to try it.
Qi Changying looked at him, then at the cigarette in his hand. After a moment’s hesitation, he leaned in, lowered his head to his hand, and took a puff, imitating his style.
Unsurprisingly, he was choked into a coughing fit.
Fu Sang watched him, the corner of his mouth lifting in a small smile.
He took another drag of the cigarette, then reached out and grabbed Qi Changying’s collar, lowered his head, and kissed his lips. He pried open his lips and teeth, and forcefully, without allowing any refusal, blew the smoke from his mouth into Qi Changying’s.
The smoke was harsh, and Qi Changying instinctively struggled. But Fu Sang pressed on his Adam’s apple, not letting him dodge.
The human and ghost tangled together in the band of light. Fu Sang dragged Qi Changying onto the bed, looked down at him, and let that sliver of light split them both in half.
Then, with the cigarette held between his fingers, Fu Sang touched his cheek and pressed the cigarette tip to his lips.
Qi Changying understood his meaning, obediently took a shallow drag, and coughed again.
“Whose are you?”
Fu Sang leaned over, looking down at him from a height, his eyes hidden in the shadows cast by his disheveled hair:
“Speak.”
Qi Changying raised his hand to gently hold Fu Sang’s wrist, then moved upward, covering his hand with his palm, unconsciously rubbing his cheek against it:
“Fu Sang’s.”
…
The New Year’s holiday passed quickly. As planned, Huo Wei had hired a towing company to tow the car to Qianzhou. Once the car arrived, she and Fu Sang would fly there directly.
Huo Wei had originally booked a flight for noon, thinking the timing was perfect: there was no need to get up early, they wouldn’t arrive late, and they could have half a day to play right after landing. It was simply wonderful.
Who knew that plans could not keep up with changes? The weather was bad and the flight was delayed. By the time they landed in Qianzhou, it was already dark.
With no other choice, Huo Wei could only turn her sorrow and indignation into appetite, dragging Fu Sang to a big meal, then returning to the hotel to recharge and fight again tomorrow.
But she ate too much at night and couldn’t fall asleep for a while. Bored and finding her phone uninteresting, she went out to bother Fu Sang next door and see what he was up to.
Who knew that when she knocked on the door, Fu Sang’s big bed was covered with his battered, smoking laptop, various printouts and notes strewn across the mattress. The person was uncharacteristically studying diligently.
Huo Wei immediately got annoyed:
“Hey San You, are you sick or what?? You didn’t write this crappy paper of yours at home, but the moment we come out for a trip, you sneak into your room and start studying?!”
Fu Sang raised an eyebrow slightly:
“I remember I said from the very beginning that I came out for research, not for fun.”
“Then don’t work this hard, okay? Just for today, you were writing while waiting at the airport, writing on the plane, eating after we landed, and writing again back at the hotel. You’re really killing my mood, you know that? Come on, what are you writing, let me see…”
Huo Wei walked over and picked up a nearby piece of paper to look at, and was immediately assaulted by the dense printed text on it.
She couldn’t stand it, she really had a phobia of text.
“I’m not writing a paper.”
“Then what are you writing?”
Huo Wei leaned closer to his computer.
She originally thought Fu Sang was just brushing her off by saying he wasn’t writing a paper. Who knew that the document on his screen really wasn’t a paper, but several photos with dense annotations.
The photos seemed to be reproductions of someone’s notes. Huo Wei had some impression of them; they should be a few pages of ancient texts that Fu Sang had taken from the Zhuge family’s library some time ago.
“What is this?” Huo Wei asked curiously.
“Creative notes for the Seven Watch Blood Crying Prison Formation.”
“Why are you researching this all of a sudden?” Huo Wei remembered Fu Sang telling her before that this formation was used to suppress Qi Changying’s soul and the ritual artifacts made from his bones. Wei Luyuan’s bone coin and Wu Rumei’s bone ruler were two of them.
She had always thought they had found these two items purely by coincidence during their investigation:
“Don’t tell me the notes also mention where the other formation nodes are? Can you find them using the notes?” Huo Wei boldly guessed.
“No.”
Fu Sang ruthlessly dashed her hopes.
“Then what are you researching? You want to recreate it and suppress me too?”
“You’re thinking too much. You don’t need anything that grand.”
“?” Huo Wei pointed at him, “Stop being mysterious and just say it. Don’t make me punch you when I’m in such a good mood.”
Fu Sang raised his eyes and gave her a faint glance before saying:
“I’m looking for his purpose.”
“Purpose?” Huo Wei was stunned:
“What purpose could there be? Isn’t this a killing formation? Isn’t the purpose to dismember the young general and suppress him until his soul and spirit are destroyed at the appointed time?”
“Not just that.”
“Not just that???”
Huo Wei was about to call the police.
Qi Changying was already this miserable, how much more could they torment him?
Fu Sang soon gave her the answer.
He flipped through a few pages of paper and handed them to her:
“This formation can change fate.”
“Change…” Huo Wei was speechless. It took her a long time to gather her thoughts. When she spoke again, she unconsciously lowered her voice:
“Change fate? That’s absolutely forbidden in our circles, right? This formation is…”
Huo Wei fell silent again.
She wanted to say that this formation was created by Qiyueban, but on second thought, how many forbidden techniques had Qiyueban created? How many of his techniques, even after multiple revisions, were still hard to present respectably? Adding another fate-changing killing formation didn’t seem that far-fetched.
Besides, in the thousands of years of spirit masters and the nether path, Qiyueban was second only to the founding patriarch. Even if someone discovered something scandalous about him, it would be hard to speak of it. If they didn’t want to be killed by all sorts of bloody and cruel forbidden techniques, the only choice was to shut up, worship him as an ancestor, and let future generations sing his praises.
“How exactly does it change fate? Whose fate? The young general’s? Why would Qiyueban be idle enough to change his fate?”
“Rather than changing fate, seizing or swapping fate might be more accurate.”
“Swap? Swap with whom?”
“If I knew, would I still be flipping through books like this?”
Fu Sang gave a cold snort.
That said, there was actually one more thing Fu Sang didn’t quite understand.
He fished out a crumpled piece of paper from a pile of waste and tossed it to Huo Wei:
“However, as for his fate, I don’t see any need for seizing or swapping.”
Wasn’t that just mocking someone for having a mediocre fate? How could he talk like that?
Huo Wei grumbled inwardly as she picked up the paper ball he threw and smoothed it out.
Inside was a natal chart that Fu Sang had cast using Qi Changying’s birth characters.
Although Huo Wei’s skills were not refined, she could still read a chart.
To be fair, indeed, this chart was very ordinary, with no real structure.
She carefully chose her words:
“Well, what you said does seem to make sense… but what if the formation was meant to swap someone else’s fate into him?”
“How would that work?” Sometimes the things Huo Wei said really made Fu Sang laugh:
“Kill him, dismember him, and suppress his parts in different places for a thousand years, but the actual purpose of the formation is to swap someone else’s good fate into him? Are you sick or is he sick?”
‘…Alright,’ Huo Wei had to admit that what this bastard said made sense.
“What if you cast the chart wrong?”
“I can make mistakes with my own parents than cast a wrong chart.”
“Then maybe you got the young general’s birth characters wrong, so the chart you cast is inaccurate? Sometimes people shouldn’t be so arrogant.”
Huo Wei held up the paper and waved it at him, “Qi Changying’s life is like a legend. How could his natal chart be so ordinary?”
“How can I be wrong?” Fu Sang was very dismissive of her doubt:
“People are alive, charts are dead, it’s not absolute. Combined with the timing, geography, and human factors, deviations are normal.”
“That’s what you say, but this really is too far off. Did the young general tell you these birth characters?”
“Do I need him to tell me?”
To avoid any ghost getting the wrong idea, Fu Sang didn’t want Qi Changying to know that the things he was investigating were related to him. Besides, he already knew Qi Changying’s birth characters, so there was no need to go through the trouble of asking again. It was too much trouble.
“Fine, fine, sister won’t question Qi Changying’s number one fan when it comes to things about Qi Changying. Sister knows that Qi Changying’s number one fan obviously can’t not know his birth characters. But no matter what, Qi Changying is a person from a thousand years ago, so there might be errors in the transmitted records. Since we can’t settle this by arguing and we both think we’re right, why don’t we just ask Qi Changying himself?”
Saying that, Huo Wei cast a spirit communication spell on herself:
“Young General?”
Hearing Huo Wei call him, the snake bone nail placed by Fu Sang’s bedside emitted smoke, and Qi Changying materialized before Huo Wei.
“Miss Huo, what is it?”
“Uh…”
Actually, Huo Wei still couldn’t quite look Qi Changying in the eye.
How could she? A legendary historical figure, after becoming a ghost, was forced into a relationship by her beast of a friend. How was she supposed to face this kind of despicable act of strong-arming?!
She didn’t know if the conflict between the human and ghost had been resolved, and she didn’t dare to ask. She originally thought Fu Sang wouldn’t bring Qi Changying on this trip, and thought it was a good thing…not bringing him meant things were still deadlocked and hadn’t reached the worst point.
Until she caught a glimpse of the snake bone nail at Fu Sang’s waist at the airport, and her feelings immediately became complicated.
Why did he bring it?
Was the cold war over?
How did it end?
Given Fu Sang’s personality, if he wanted something, he had to get it. If he couldn’t get it, everyone could go to hell. Bending was impossible; killing him wouldn’t make him bend.
So if the cold war really was over, it could only mean that the young general had compromised.
‘…Oh my God, that’s so pitiful.’
Thinking this, Huo Wei unconsciously softened her tone when she spoke:
“Are these your birth characters?”
Fu Sang was still looking at the computer screen, seemingly unconcerned with what was going on with them.
Qi Changying glanced at him before taking the crumpled paper.
He recognized Fu Sang’s handwriting. At the top of the page were the words “Gengshen, Renwu, Jiayin, Yichou”.
He nodded: “Yes.”
Fu Sang pursed his lips slightly and gave a small, smug lift of his chin.
“Tsk…” Huo Wei scratched her head, still in disbelief.
“What’s wrong?” Qi Changying handed the paper back to her.
“Oh, oh, nothing, it’s just that San…”
“Ahem.” Fu Sang interrupted Huo Wei’s words with a cough.
Huo Wei caught on quickly and immediately changed her tune, “…It was me. I was curious and wanted to see your fate. I cast a chart but it didn’t seem like you, so I wondered if the birth characters were wrong.”
Qi Changying nodded, thought for a moment, then asked:
“Does reading a natal chart require the real and accurate birth characters?”
“Of course!” Huo Wei laughed. “How could birth characters be fake? They have to be real and accurate. Otherwise, how could the chart reflect your true fate?”
“Oh…” Qi Changying acknowledged her words, then suddenly changed the subject:
“Then this isn’t it.”
“?” Fu Sang raised an eyebrow slightly and immediately responded, “What do you mean? These aren’t your birth characters?”
“Mm.”
“?” Fu Sang took a deep breath, his expression sour, looking like he was about to curse someone out.
Huo Wei gloated, “Hey, how can you be like this? You can’t get mad at your idol just because you found out the birth characters you knew were fake! I’m sure the young general had a reason for using someone else’s birth characters to promote himself, right?”
“Mm.” Qi Changying agreed and explained:
“The emperor of our dynasty was very superstitious about fate and metaphysics, treating it as gospel. When I was born, an old friend of my father’s said my birth characters were too grand, and being born into a military family, it might invite the emperor’s suspicion. My father understood the implications and kept my true birth date a secret. Since I was born at the northwestern border, far from the capital, surrounded by the soldiers of the Qi family army, changing my age by a few months would go unnoticed by others.”
“My parents often reminded me not to let others know this secret and my true age. But now, it doesn’t matter anymore. If you want to see it, I’ll tell you.”
“…” Huo Wei was stunned.
‘What kind of birth character could invite the emperor’s suspicion?’
She asked in a daze:
“How grand could it be?”
Qi Changying opened his mouth to answer but instinctively looked at Fu Sang first.
Fu Sang picked up a blank piece of paper from the bed, found a pen, clicked out the tip to test the ink, and said:
“Speak.”
Qi Changying recited eight characters.
“?”
Fu Sang didn’t want to write anymore. He pushed the paper away and threw the pen.
“???”
Huo Wei’s mouth was wide open like she had just eaten an egg.
“Wait?”
Coming to her senses, she snatched the paper and pen from Fu Sang. “Sorry, you, say that again.”
She quickly jotted down the birth characters on the paper, but defeated by her lack of skill, was unable to proceed, so she shoved the paper and pen back to Fu Sang.
“Cast the chart!”
Fu Sang glanced at her and, unusually, didn’t argue.
After quickly casting the natal chart, he looked at the words on the paper and frowned slightly.
Huo Wei couldn’t wait to snatch the paper from his hands, letting out a string of uncivilized expletives: “Wow, holy shit, holy shit…”
After a cursory scan, she looked up blankly at Qi Changying, finally confirming that there was absolutely no exaggeration in Qi Changying’s earlier words, and was thoroughly convinced:
“It really is grand…”
Qi Changying had no interest in these matters and had never studied them, so he didn’t quite understand why Huo Wei was so excited. He simply said: “I don’t really understand this stuff.”
“You don’t need to understand.” Huo Wei used all her knowledge to read the chart, it was the most seriously she had ever studied anything in her life.
“This is the kind of fate that makes gamblers ecstatic…it’s either god-like or shit. If you succeed, you expand territories, dominate the world, and create a new era. If you fail, you end up destitute, in eternal damnation, a nobody on the street. Judging by your achievements, you should belong to the former category, but your fate wasn’t completed. You died a violent death halfway through. What a pity.”
As she said this, Huo Wei realized her words were both useless and hurtful.
She pursed her lips and changed tack:
“If I were the emperor, I’d be scared too… A top-tier, genuine ‘Follow-The-Killings’ pattern, and with ‘Seven Killings’ dominating, it’s unstoppable. Those with it are born to wield great power… San You, am I right?”
Fu Sang didn’t respond.
He was turning the newly cast natal chart over in his mind, slightly lost in thought.
In the system of birth characters and fate, the “Ten Gods” are the core tools for analyzing a chart.
The concept of the Ten Gods derives from the deduction of the Five Elements’ generating and overcoming relationships and the Yin-Yang properties. Based on the relationships between the person’s heavenly stem and other heavenly stems and earthly branches, five basic interactions can be summarized, which are then divided into Yin and Yang, ultimately forming ten types of “spirit gods.”
“Seven Killings” is one of them.
Ziping’s theory of fate states that “Seven Killings” is a “body-attacking” fierce spirit. Although the Ten Gods are not inherently good or bad, those with Seven Killings in their fate will always experience more trials and tribulations than others. The saying “Seven Killings demands life” precisely represents Seven Killings as the life-demanding ghost among the four fierce spirits.
Most people believe that having Seven Killings in one’s fate is not a good omen.
But the “Follow-The-Killings” pattern is a special case.
The “Follow-The-Killings” pattern is a special formation in birth chart analysis, with very strict conditions for formation. It requires a certain force in the chart to be extremely powerful, to the point where the owner cannot control or resist it, thus completely abandoning the self and submitting to this force.
The Follow-The-Killings pattern represents a situation where the owner and Seven Killings in the chart hold absolute dominant power. Therefore, one must submit to the Seven Killings, transform it for one’s own use, and push its characteristics to the extreme, forming a special pattern of great ups and downs and tremendous successes or failures.
People with this pattern are born to wield power and order. Once the pattern is formed, they will inevitably achieve unimaginable success. As Huo Wei said, they expand territories, dominate the world, and even create a new era.
Not to mention that Qi Changying was born into a military family, the most suitable environment for Seven Killings to shine. The monarch at that time was inept and incompetent, the court was riddled with corruption, and officials were cowardly and weak. He was practically born to meet the moment.
But his fate was not completed.
He died a violent death at only twenty-two years old.
Now it seemed that this was not an accident, but a conspiracy.
It shouldn’t be a pity; it should be hatred.
Someone had seen through his fate, created this vicious killing formation, killed him, and stole his fate.
Fu Sang unconsciously ground his teeth.
He suddenly remembered that before the not-so-long or short cold war between him and Qi Changying, Qi Changying had mentioned to him the “Follow-The-Killings” pattern that appeared repeatedly in the notes.
At that time, he was sitting in the shop, sorting through the notes, and had turned his head to ask Qi Changying, “Do you have the “Follow-The-Killings” pattern?” But before he could get the words out, he met his lips.
There was no need to mention what happened after that. Having tasted the sweetness, Fu Sang completely forgot the question he was going to ask.
When he brought the matter up again, he realized that besides being a killing formation, the Seven Watch Blood Crying Prison also had the ability to “seize fate and borrow luck.” He didn’t want Qi Changying to misunderstand and think he was researching this for him, making it seem like he was overflowing with kindness to seek justice for a ghost, so he never said anything, never let Qi Changying know, and never asked if his birth characters were real.
It was only just now that he had led the questioning through Huo Wei and got the truth.
Qi Changying’s fate was indeed likely to attract covetousness, but someone actually had the audacity to be so ruthless and carry it out so completely.
This formation, and the person who made it, both deserved to die.
Qi Changying was his ghost.
No matter where others had stolen what belonged to him, he would make them return it all, intact.
“Do you know Qiyueban?”
Realizing Fu Sang was asking him, Qi Changying thought seriously:
“The name is quite unique. I have a slight impression.”
“How?”
“I don’t really remember…” Qi Changying had gone from human to ghost, and a thousand years had passed, so most of his memories were fragmented.
He only vaguely remembered:
“He seemed to have a close relationship with the Imperial advisor.”
“The Imperial Advisor? Zhuge Yu?”
“Mm. It was him.”
Qi Changying nodded.
“Actually, Fu Sang, I’ve been curious for a long time. Buhuo and Buyi, they’re surnamed Zhuge and come from a mystical family. Are they descendants of Imperial Advisor Zhuge’s family?”
“Sort of.” Fu Sang let out a scornful laugh. When he brought this up, his tone turned cold:
“But if you really trace it back, a family that rose to power by stealing, do they deserve to use a stolen surname?”
Qi Changying was slightly startled: “What do you mean?”
But Fu Sang didn’t want to talk anymore.
It was kind-hearted Huo Wei who filled in the gaps for this scoundrel who only spoke half-truths and left holes for others to fall into:
“Oh, it’s like this, Young General. Have you heard of the Xuan Dynasty’s Zhuge Wenjun?”
Qi Changying nodded.
Zhuge Wenjun, born in the Xuan Dynasty before the Li Dynasty, had been the youngest Grand Secretary of the Cabinet, later becoming a legendary Imperial Tutor. Countless talents emerged from his tutelage, bringing an era of peace and prosperity to the people.
He had long heard of such a renowned figure, hailed as “Half the book on governance, and a pillar for two dynasties.”
“After the Xuan Dynasty ended, the Li Dynasty began. Zhuge Wenjun never married in his life; he only had students, no descendants. But by the time of Emperor Shenzong of Li… uh, that should be the father of your emperor, right? Anyway, Emperor Shenzong brought a National Advisor into the court, who was Zhuge Yu’s grandfather, Zhuge Su.”
“How was it promoted at the time? That his family were descendants of Zhuge Wenjun? But actually, Zhuge Su had no culture at all. He couldn’t write articles or govern the country. He only knew some skills for exorcising ghosts, fortune-telling, and Feng Shui…yes, that’s what we nether spirit masters do.”
“So why doesn’t their family legacy have anything to do with their ancestor Zhuge Wenjun? Of course, it’s because they are not from the Zhuge family at all.”
“There’s a lot of evidence to prove that. Before Zhuge Su, this branch of the family was surnamed Ge. So Zhuge Su was never Zhuge Su but Ge Su. But probably to give himself some aura when entering the capital, Ge Su slapped his thigh, changed his family’s surname to Zhuge, shamelessly claimed kinship with Zhuge Wenjun, built a persona, and rode on the coattails of his predecessor. Anyway, the predecessor had been dead for so many years that he couldn’t come back to argue.”
“From then on, their family took the surname Zhuge. They don’t admit that their surname was stolen, but we younger generations know it well. After all, it’s no secret; you can see it just by flipping through the genealogy. Besides, Zhuge Wenjun was from Lingbei, and Zhuge Su was from the southwest. They were completely unrelated; how could they be relatives?”
“In short, the Zhuge family’s rise wasn’t exactly honorable, but this family is indeed the mainstay of our nether path. Ah, it’s hard to comment.”
Qi Changying nodded, half-understanding.
National Advisor Zhuge Yu was stationed in the capital, managing the Imperial Observatory and helping the emperor observe the stars, tell fortunes, and exorcise evil. Qi Changying went to the northwest to lead the Qi family army and help the emperor lead troops into battle and reclaim cities. They didn’t have much interaction. Qi Changying wasn’t one for gossip and hadn’t heard these rumors, or if he had, he had long forgotten them.
His reaction to Huo Wei’s stories was lukewarm, but these matters triggered another memory:
“I remember, Qiyueban seemed to be the National Advisor’s ‘Master Ancestor’?”
“Yes.” Huo Wei took a mint from Fu Sang’s table and popped it into her mouth, “It makes sense. Qiyueban is the direct disciple of our spirit masters’ founding patriarch. He has a very high seniority. Not just Zhuge Yu, but all practitioners of the nether path have to call him Master Ancestor.”
“But I remember…” Qi Changying frowned.
He didn’t have many memories related to Qiyueban and Zhuge Yu, but as long as these things he could recall were helpful to Fu Sang, he would do his best to search through his memories:
“Apart from “Master Ancestor”, the National Advisor also seemed to call him… Uncle?”
“What?!” Huo Wei almost choked on her mint.
She subconsciously looked at Fu Sang and saw that he was also stunned.
Fu Sang repeated: “Uncle?”
“Yes.” After a moment of recollection, Qi Changying was sure he hadn’t misremembered:
“At that time, the National Advisor was about forty years old, while Qiyueban was younger, yet he was called Uncle by him, which was a very high seniority. This wasn’t very common, so I remember it quite clearly.”
“Oh my god, I’ve hit the jackpot with this gossip…”
After a moment of being speechless, Huo Wei was so shocked she crunched and swallowed her mint, “So after all this, it turns out Qiyueban is also a member of their Zhuge family???”
Author’s note:
The parts about birth characters and fate analysis were all crammed from various platforms at the last minute! About half of it has some basis in reality and half is made up, so just take it as entertainment and don’t delve too deep or take it seriously!!
