Feng… Divine Doctor?
Yun Qingzi blinked. What kind of title was that? Could it be that this young man was some kind of medical prodigy?
The stall owner handed the finished fox to Nan Shiying. Nan Shiying asked, "How much!"
The stall owner waved his hands, refusing payment. "No, no, it's just a small trinket, not worth much. I'm honored that Divine Doctor Feng doesn't mind!"
"The stall owner's craftsmanship is superb. This fox is so lifelike, of course I like it. But liking it is one thing, and paying for it is another. A transaction is a transaction, after all, it involves the exchange of money and goods. How about this, you make me a small tiger, and sell me these two mud figures at a slightly lower price? What do you say? If you disagree, I won't take them!"
Seeing her insistence, the stall owner had no choice but to agree.
Yun Qingzi finally chimed in. He asked the stall owner, "Why do you call Brother Feng 'Divine Doctor'?"
The stall owner glanced at Yun Qingzi. In the capital, those who didn't know Feng Luan's name were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. What he knew, others also knew, leaving him no opportunity to brag. Now, finding someone who had never heard of Feng Luan, his floodgates of conversation were thoroughly opened, and he began to speak at length... starting from the disaster in Yuzhou.
Nan Shiying's lips twitched. She really couldn't bear to stay any longer, so she said, "You keep making them. I'll go look around elsewhere."
Without waiting for the stall owner's reply, she turned and left.
Yun Qingzi did not follow. After all, a monk might run, but the temple would remain. He already knew that this person was the owner of Tongji Pharmacy.
However, there was one thing Yun Qingzi couldn't understand. How could a physician, no, a divine doctor, possess dragon aura?
A purple-gold aura.
Purple energy coming from the east, dragon scales and golden light!
Wasn't this the aura of an emperor???
What, could this Feng Luan possibly be the illegitimate son of the former emperor of Linyuan????
No, that couldn't be!
Yun Qingzi felt as if he had just stumbled upon a huge secret!
By the time the stall owner finished speaking, his mouth was dry. Yun Qingzi felt that the stall owner had injected a lot of his own personal opinions when retelling the story, adding his subjective admiration and respect, thus exaggerating things somewhat.
Nan Shiying reappeared precisely as the stall owner finished speaking. She paid for the clay figures and left. Yun Qingzi followed her.
"Daoist, is there anything else?" Nan Shiying asked.
Yun Qingzi said, "This humble Taoist wishes to ask, are young master Feng's parents still alive?"
Nan Shiying frowned slightly. Why was this person inquiring about others' privacy right from the start?
"Young Master Feng, please do not misunderstand. This humble Taoist simply wishes to confirm his own speculation." Seeing her displeasure, Yun Qingzi explained.
"They are not!"
Nan Shiying was referring to her parents in her previous life.
As for this life, did Nan Chaoyin even deserve to be called her father?
Indeed!
Yun Qingzi's suspicion grew stronger.
Furthermore, Yun Qingzi had just realized something. The stall owner had mentioned earlier that Feng Luan had a very good relationship with Regent Ji Jinmo, so much so that he lived in the royal mansion. Then, was it possible that Ji Jinmo had found Feng Luan, his illegitimate son, and wanted to support him in ascending the throne?
This would also explain the dragon aura surrounding her.
Yun Qingzi had no idea that upon entering the city, he had uncovered such an earth-shattering secret.
Nan Shiying looked at the old Taoist, who at times frowned, at times pondered, and at times displayed an inscrutable smile, and thought he might have some issues with his mind. She apologized and said goodbye, "If the Daoist has nothing else, I will take my leave."
"Ah, go, go!"
Yun Qingzi did not stop her, waving for her to go on her way without needing to specifically greet him.
Nan Shiying: "..."
Unbelievable!
...
Returning to the royal mansion, Nan Shiying shed the 'skin' of Feng Luan. After a short rest, Xuan Shisan came to summon her. "Your Highness, master requests your presence in the front hall."
Nan Shiying didn't ask what it was about; she would find out when she got there.
Upon arriving at the front hall, Nan Shiying saw a familiar figure. Wasn't this the old Taoist she had met on the street earlier?
How did he end up at the royal mansion?
As she thought this, she stepped inside. Ji Jinmo's gaze went past Yun Qingzi towards the doorway. Yun Qingzi, observing the unspoken affection revealed in his eyes, felt a moment of daze and looked back in his direction.
With a "clang~", Yun Qingzi's hand trembled, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground.
Damn, unbelievable!
He suddenly stood up and quickly walked to Nan Shiying's side, circling her three times, examining her from front to back, left to right, several times.
This was Princess Consort Nan Shiying?
This was clearly Feng Luan?!
A person's appearance could change, but the aura they exuded could not. In fact, it wasn't that surprising that Feng Luan was Nan Shiying. What made him so shocked and unable to control himself was the dragon aura emanating from Nan Shiying.
A woman, clad in dragon aura?
An Empress?
This was absurd!
Yun Qingzi tugged at his hair, utterly unable to comprehend how Nan Shiying could possess dragon aura. This defied logic!
Nan Shiying glanced at Ji Jinmo, asking him with her eyes what was going on. Ji Jinmo said, "Ying'er, this is the Taoist who cast your fortune back then, Yun Qingzi of Qingshan Temple."
Upon hearing this, Nan Shiying's gaze turned hostile. So it was him who had caused Nan Shiying to suffer torment and humiliation.
Sensing Nan Shiying's sharp gaze, Yun Qingzi's scalp tingled. He said, "No, after I cast your fortune, I had instructed your father that although you were fated to carry misfortune and live a life of hardship, you should still be treated well, for if your destiny encountered great fortune, you would soar to great heights!"
Nan Shiying narrowed her eyes and smiled, "So, I should thank you?"
Yun Qingzi was completely unnerved. However, this concerned his reputation, so he clearly had to argue his case. "But your destiny was indeed like that back then."
Nan Shiying gave a cold laugh and asked, "And now?"
Yun Qingzi glanced at Ji Jinmo. He dared not speak. Could he tell Ji Jinmo in person that Nan Shiying possessed dragon aura and was fated to be an emperor? Wouldn't that be courting death!
"Unimaginably noble!" Yun Qingzi could only use these four words to evade.
Nan Shiying laughed, her eyes sharp as knives, "So back then, was Nan Yuan'er truly fated this way?"
Yun Qingzi froze for a second, then understood the meaning behind Nan Shiying's words. She thought he had taken money and deliberately said it back then? Yun Qingzi's face turned red with anger. He had professional integrity, for goodness' sake! How could he speak carelessly about destiny?
He replied with conviction, "It was true, absolutely true. If I were to speak falsely, I would be struck by ten thousand bolts of lightning and die without a burial place!"
"If there are gods, then they must be blind!"
"You..."
This was an insult to his faith. Yun Qingzi had never been so provoked in his life. Even if she had pointed at his nose and cursed him, it wouldn't have made Yun Qingzi this enraged.
"Nan Shiying, didn't you just ask this humble Taoist about your current destiny? I will tell you now, your current destiny is 'Purple energy from the east, dragon scales and golden light.' You are fated to be an emperor!!!"
After saying this, Yun Qingzi came to his senses, but he felt unwell!
It's over, it's over, my fate is sealed!