The Moon represents women.
When it enters the Destiny Palace, it is originally a symbol of fortune.
But when it encounters the Fire Star and the Bell Star, everything changes completely.
The Ten Evils Pattern represents the ancient Ten Heinous Crimes.
Such people appear gentle on the surface but are complex inside.
Some show signs of bipolar disorder and depression.
Shen Jiuyi, however, doesn’t exhibit obvious sensitivity, suspicion, or emotional outbursts.
Perhaps.
It’s related to the fact that despite her parents’ early separation in her life, she managed to turn things around with the help of a benefactor.
“You’re saying I have… the fate of a born prostitute?”
For the first time, Shen Jiuyi’s calm face showed a massive, massive fluctuation.
She didn’t react as strongly when hearing about the Moon-Fire-Bell Ten Evils Pattern.
After all, such a fate in modern times merely signifies innate hardships in life’s journey.
But when Lin Yu mentioned “heaven-chosen courtesan,” Shen Jiuyi was…
In simpler terms—stunned!
Every self-reliant profession deserves respect.
Lin Yu chose his words carefully, trying to make it sound as polite as possible to Shen Jiuyi.
But for someone knowledgeable, there’s no need for overly complicated explanations.
She understood everything!
Lin Yu said plainly:
“The Peach Blossom Star turns into Taboo and meets Peach Blossom again—and not just once.”
“Your fields of home, fortune, and especially friendships… are all like this.”
Shen Jiuyi clasped her hands in front of her.
She immediately grasped Lin Yu’s meaning.
Peach Blossom turning into Taboo and meeting Peach Blossom signifies suffering from romantic and sensual hardships.
Thinking back on her grandmother and parents’ years of care, upbringing, and strict control over her relationships…
Only then did she cultivate her current “ascetic” demeanor.
So.
From the very beginning, there was a reason for it all.
Lin Yu was carefully choosing his words, wondering how to console her.
Peach Blossom turning into Taboo and meeting Peach Blossom.
For women, it often means… a promiscuous life.
Such witty little rhymes were surely something Shen Jiuyi had memorized by heart.
The only way to offer solace was…
Everything still depends on later efforts—one can’t define a life based solely on a chart.
This point.
Whether one believes in Zi Wei Dou Shu or not, it’s something anyone can understand.
Judging by Shen Jiuyi’s expression, it was just sudden bad news she hadn’t processed yet.
Lin Yu: “Xiao Jiu, don’t look so—”
Before he could finish, Shen Jiuyi’s expression quickly returned to normal.
As if nothing had happened, she calmly said:
“So that’s how it is. Now I understand.”
“Lin Yu, thank you for clearing up my doubts.”
“No need for stargazing either—I already checked when I arrived.”
“Judging by the current celestial movements, it should be the time in my fate where ‘people and wealth scatter, and one sinks into debauchery.’”
“But hasn’t none of that happened yet? No need to worry prematurely.”
Shen Jiuyi gazed out the window, speaking softly as she looked at the stars.
Lin Yu: “???”
Her speed of recovery genuinely shocked Lin Yu.
What a damn remarkable woman!
If someone had told him before he studied this stuff that his life would be full of hardships and he’d lose everything this year…
Even if he didn’t become superstitious, he’d at least brood over it for a day or two.
But Shen Jiuyi…
Just accepted it so calmly?
This woman…
“Thud!”
This woman… why did she faint?!
Lin Yu: “!!!”
Holy shit!
So she was just pretending?!
Lin Yu quickly crouched down, lifting Shen Jiuyi from the floor.
He shook her vigorously:
“Xiao Jiu! Shen Jiuyi!!”
“What the hell are you doing? Is it really that bad?”
After shaking her a couple of times with no response, Lin Yu checked her breathing.
Thankfully, she was still breathing.
He carried her to the bed, then, still uneasy, leaned in to listen to her heartbeat.
If her heart suddenly stopped, he’d need to perform CPR immediately.
Thankfully, her heart was still beating.
And… it was speeding up.
“Just because I have the fate of a born prostitute… even you don’t respect me?”
Shen Jiuyi’s voice drifted faintly into Lin Yu’s ears.
Lin Yu immediately sprang back:
“You’re awake? Quick, quick, drink some water!”
“Why the hell were you pretending? If you’re not feeling well, just say so!”
“You scared me to death—I almost called an ambulance!”
Lin Yu was genuinely startled, swearing slipping out uncontrollably.
He should’ve realized earlier.
Someone who’d studied Zi Wei since childhood—how could they just ignore their fate chart? How thick-skinned would they have to be?
Lin Yu now had a whole new appreciation for Shen Jiuyi’s acting skills.
If she hadn’t fainted from shock in the end…
He wouldn’t have noticed anything was wrong!
Shen Jiuyi still wore her usual poker face, though her voice trembled slightly:
“Me? I’m fine. I just… lost my balance.”
Lin Yu: “…”
He couldn’t be bothered to argue.
He insisted on handing her water and watched her drink it.
“Thank you, Lin Yu. About my fate chart tonight…”
“I hope you can keep it confidential for now, even from Yao Yao.”
Lin Yu nodded, then held out his hand:
“Two hundred bucks.”
Shen Jiuyi glanced at his palm:
“That joke isn’t funny.”
Lin Yu persisted:
"It's not hush money—it's divination payment. It's the rule of this trade. Do you want to break tradition?"
Shen Jiuyi nodded in understanding, got up from the bed, and walked toward the desk to fetch her phone.
The moment her feet touched the floor, her legs gave way, and she slid down again.
This time, Lin Yu was prepared.
He grabbed the back of Shen Jiuyi's baseball jacket before she could fall.
He could’ve caught her by the waist, but he really didn’t want to hear another round of "Just because I was born with the fate of a..." and all that nonsense.
Fainting from fright and having weak legs afterward was perfectly normal.
Lin Yu hoisted her up like a kitten and tossed her back onto the bed.
Shen Jiuyi bounced on the mattress, losing her balance and sprawling out.
Even in such a disheveled state, she stubbornly insisted:
"My feet went numb—probably because it's cold."
"Could you help me up, please?"
"Lying spread-eagle on your bed makes me think about my fate..."
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host, on completing the limited-time mission "Fated Calamity"!]
[You have successfully assisted a lost sect member in deciphering their destiny and returning to the sect!]
[Rewards: 100 Sect Contribution Points, 200 Spirit Stones, 1 free system mall draw.]
[Ding!]
[New limited-time mission issued: Due to the shock from the celestial fate reading, the honorary elder of the Astral Pavilion has suffered disrupted qi flow, temporarily weakening their constitution. Host must promptly assist in their recovery!]
[Time limit: One hour.]
[Mission rewards: 200 Sect Contribution Points, 400 Spirit Stones, 1 free system mall draw.]
Lin Yu: "???"
The previous mission just ended, and now a new one pops up!
Compared to the last reward, the sect contributions and spirit stones have doubled.
One-hour time limit...
Lin Yu stared at Shen Jiuyi, who lay motionless like a limp rag, and began calculating.
She was just shaken up and weak—nothing serious.
Given time, if she vented her emotions, she’d recover on her own.
But no, she had to stubbornly bottle it all up!
If he wanted to speed things up, it wasn’t impossible.
His specialty, the [Joyous Phoenix Touch], had already evolved into the full-body massage technique, [Alluring Bone Rebirth Technique]!
Maybe he’d do her a favor today?
"Try lifting your arms. Can you move them?"
Lin Yu tested the waters.
Shen Jiuyi’s mind seemed to blank out as she obediently raised an arm.
However, while her left arm lifted easily, her right arm remained completely numb.
She admitted weakly:
"My right arm feels numb too... Could you help me up first?"
Lin Yu didn’t answer. Instead, he walked to the bedside and looked down at her.
Shen Jiuyi’s eyes flickered with confusion and a hint of unease.
"Lin Yu, what’s with that look?"
Lin Yu rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"Can I take off your jacket and socks?"
Shen Jiuyi stared at him in disbelief.
In the most emotionally charged tone she’d used in years, she exclaimed:
"What?!"
...
(First update today—more to come!)
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