"The destiny star of abundant wealth and high rank, how could it possibly fall upon my head? Do you really think that’s possible?"
Ya Molian asked back.
If it weren’t possible, then what was the fortune that he had someone calculate?
"Sang’er, there’s something, I don’t know if I should tell you."
Lin Caisang raised her eyebrows, looking at him.
"Just say what’s on your mind, why are you so serious?"
"When I had your destiny calculated, you were indeed not under the star of abundant wealth and high rank, but..."
"But what?" Lin Caisang asked.
Now there’s a ’but’? Is she also destined to be a lone star of doom?
"The Taoist prophesied that you are under the Purple Star destiny." Ya Molian explained.
At that, Lin Caisang truly spit out all her saliva.
"Stop joking around, Brother Molian. Do you know what the Purple Star destiny is? I am but a girl, how could that be possible?"
The Purple Star, also known as the Emperor Star, represents a destiny to become an emperor. And her, a girl who was born and raised in Ya Village, her biological father being Lin Baizhong, surely Ya Molian wasn’t insinuating that she might rebel in the future, right?
Ya Molian’s expression was very serious, showing no sign of jesting at all.
"When I had your and Changhong’s destiny calculated together as siblings, both of you were born at nearly the same time. Yet, you were under the Purple Star destiny, while your brother is just a commoner."
Why does her brother have to be a commoner?
No, the question isn’t whether her brother is an ordinary person or not, it’s the Purple Star destiny that’s hanging over her head.
"Brother Molian, the Taoist you consulted, he was a martial arts charlatan, right? He must’ve been a fraud." She asked softly, ending her sentence affirmatively.
Who cares about the Purple Star destiny? Let alone whether she has such a fate; just considering herself alone, she has never desired to become such a great figure. Isn’t it good to live freely in the countryside?
Ya Molian looked at her helplessly.
Could he find a martial arts charlatan to calculate his own destiny? Of course not.
"Alright, alright, let it be the Purple Star then."
What else could Lin Caisang say, she could only nod, right?
Who cares about the Purple Star? If she truly is under the Purple Star destiny, then she’ll just be a local empress in Ya Village. That would be pretty good, right?
"What do you plan to do with Clan Chief Ya and his family?" She asked.
Ya Molian’s lone star of doom, wouldn’t be something he told Clan Chief Ya himself. Clan Chief Ya must’ve either eavesdropped on it or secretly done something reprehensible.
"That’s easy. I’ll just give it to Zhe Jue to handle." Ya Molian answered simply.
A Clan Chief of the Ya Clan is nothing to worry about. That family is too easy to deal with.
"Sang’er, is there something else you haven’t asked me?" He asked.
Hearing this, Lin Caisang coughed heavily, staring at him seriously.
"Are you sure you want me to ask you?"
"You... ask, or should I tell you first?" Ya Molian hesitated for a moment, then asked.
Lin Caisang didn’t ask anything else, because this question, she really didn’t know how to ask. It was better to listen to his own thoughts first.
Ya Molian opened his mouth, only to say two words, then closed it again. He looked at her for a while before he finally spoke again.
"You have to promise me that you won’t be angry with me after I say it."
What else could he have to say? Wouldn’t all be understood without the need for words already?