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Chapter 119 Picking Ye Wen's Divination

He poured himself a glass of wine, looked at Yao Jia with a smile and said, "It's not a big deal. My niece should have heard about the recent events of my Song family. I heard that my niece studied under Tianxing Pavilion and is a favorite student of the Great Siming. I wonder if you can tell fortunes for my Song family to avoid this risk."

Yao Jia was a little embarrassed when she heard this, "Uncle Song, it's not that your niece doesn't want to help you, but fortune-telling is not always accurate. Everything depends on fate."

Song Yue was not in a hurry when he heard this. He put down the wine glass in his hand and said seriously: "This old man is naturally smiling. My niece, just help me tell the fortune. Whether it is good or bad, I will accept it!"

Yao Jia took a deep breath, looked at Song Yue and said word by word: "Since Uncle Song has said so, if I continue to refuse, it would seem that I am unkind. How about this, it is better to do it now than to wait for a day, how about I tell you a fortune now?"

Song Yue didn't expect Yao Jia to be so straightforward. He had been thinking of pestering her for a few more days, but he didn't expect her to agree so immediately.

But it’s better this way, the sooner you tell the fortune, the sooner you can feel at ease.

Song Yue stood up, looking delighted, put down his wine glass, bowed to Yao Jia, and said loudly: "Ah, in this case, I'll have to trouble you, niece."

As soon as the words fell, the banquet hall, which had been very lively just now, suddenly became quiet.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Yao Jia's direction, and they began to whisper.

Bai Huahua walked up to Shuanghua and asked in a low voice: "What do you mean, young lady? You are asking in front of so many people. If you really want to help the Song family, will the position of the next president be..."

Shuanghua raised her hand to stop him from saying the next thing. Looking at Yaojia's position, the corners of her lips curled up into an ambiguous smile. "Whatever she wants to do, we just need to watch. She knows her limits."

Bai Huahua nodded, stood side by side with Shuanghua, and looked at Yao Jia who was in the first seat.

Yao Jia smiled at Le Wuyou and said, "Could you please pick a few leaves for me, Master Le?"

Hearing Yao Jia's words, Le Wuyou raised his head and looked at her with burning eyes, "Of course I am happy to serve Jia Jia."

During the time that Yao Jia lived in his house, she would always pick a few leaves when telling fortunes for the servants.

He stood up and left the banquet hall. Not long after, he came in with a few green leaves in his hand and handed them to Yao Jia.

Yao Jia took it, placed the leaves on the table and started picking.

Others came forward to watch and talk in low voices.

"Miss Bai, are you really going to help the Song family with fortune-telling?"

"I heard that the eldest girl learned from the Great God of Destiny of the Tianxing Pavilion. Her fortune-telling skills must be extremely sophisticated. The Song family may be saved now."

"But, can fortune-telling really change one's fate?"

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Yao Jia waved at Song Yue with a leaf and looked at him with a smile, "Uncle Song, please lend me your left hand."

Song Yue looked at the leaves in Yao Jia's hand, somewhat confused, but still reached out his hand obediently.

Yao Jia picked up a leaf and gently scratched Song Yue's palm. Song Yue felt a pain in his palm and looked down, seeing a bloody wound on his palm.

Yao Jia looked at the bloody wound on Song Yue's palm, smiled lightly, picked up a few leaves, lightly touched the bloody wound, and then threw the leaves into the air.

Song Yue looked at Yao Jia's actions, somewhat confused. He had asked people for divination before, but they always used tortoise shells or signatures. This was the first time he had seen someone use leaves.

Yao Jia looked at the leaves on the table and fell into deep thought.

Everyone held their breath and the banquet hall was completely silent.

She examined the hexagrams carefully, and her expression gradually became solemn.

Song Yue stared at Yao Jia nervously, feeling uneasy, and finally couldn't help asking, "Niece, what is the hexagram?"

Yao Jia sighed softly, looked up at Song Yue, a complicated look flashed in her eyes.

He spoke slowly, his voice low and firm: "Uncle Song, the hexagram shows that the risk the Song family is facing this time is a great disaster."

Song Yue's face changed when he heard this, and he felt uneasy. He hurriedly asked, "Then... is there a way to crack it?"

Yao Jia shook her head.

Song Yue suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. His whole body was cold, and his mood, which had just been relaxed, instantly became tense again.

Seeing Yao Jia's anxious face, he said, "Niece, is the Song family really doomed this time? You...you must save the Song family, save the Song family."

Yao Jia looked at Song Yue, who was frightened, and despised him in her heart, but she looked embarrassed. "Uncle Song, it's not that your niece doesn't want to help you, but this hexagram seems to be a dead end now."

When Song Yue heard what Yao Jia said, he instantly became anxious. He didn't quite understand what a dead end meant.

Song Yue didn't care about much, he knelt down in front of Yao Jia, crying and complaining: "Niece, what is a dead end? Can you...can you think of a way for me, just...just have pity on me...The Song family's century-old foundation cannot be ruined in my hands!"

Everyone looked at Song Yue crying and sobbing, and whispered to each other. The scene was very awkward for a while.

Yao Jia looked at Song Yue, a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes, but her face remained calm, and she comforted him softly: "Uncle Song, please stand up and talk first."

Hearing this, Song Yue hurriedly stood up, wiped the tears from his face, and looked at Yao Jia anxiously, "Niece, you must help me."

Yao Jia sighed slightly, looked at Song Yue and said, "Uncle Song, although this hexagram shows a dead end, there is always a glimmer of hope. Your niece will try her best to find a solution for you, but the key is still up to you to grasp."

When Song Yue heard Yao Jia's words, a glimmer of hope suddenly ignited in his heart, and he hurriedly asked: "Niece, what is the key to this? As long as you can save the Song family, I am willing to do anything!"

Yao Jia stared at the hexagram on the table for a while, then looked up at Song Yue, a hint of deep meaning flashing in her eyes.

He slowly said, "Although the hexagram indicates a great catastrophe, it is not without a solution. It is just that the reason why it is a dead end is because the noble person who can break the dead end is your close relative."

"Close relative?" Song Yue pondered over these words and asked quickly, "Is it someone who is related to me by blood?"

Yao Jia nodded.

Everyone was in an uproar and started talking in low voices.

"Everyone knows that the person who is related to President Song by blood in this world is Young Master Song, right? Then isn't this noble man him?"

"But doesn't Song Shuyang look like a loser?"

"But this is not a dead end."

"Ah! Have you forgotten that President Song had an older son who got lost in his early years?"

"Then isn't this noble man the one who got lost?"

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Song Yue listened to everyone's discussion silently, but his heart was surging.

It seems that I must get to know Chang Xi as soon as possible.

Song Yue made up his mind, and immediately stood up and bowed deeply to Yao Jia, "Thank you niece for your guidance, Song is very grateful!"

Yao Jia smiled slightly and helped Song Yue up. "Uncle Song, you are too serious. The direction of the Song family needs to be controlled by you. Since you have your own plan in mind, you must make a decision quickly and don't miss the opportunity."

Seeing Song Yue being so respectful, everyone believed in Yao Jia's fortune-telling skills even more.

Song Yue stood up, already having a plan in mind, and clasped his fists towards everyone and said, "Everyone, I have some personal matters to deal with at home, so I will take my leave first. I will hold a banquet in my mansion to entertain you all another day."

Everyone stood up to see him off.

Le Wuyou looked at Yao Jia and a smile with an unknown meaning appeared on her lips. "Jia Jia, can you also tell my fortune?"

Yao Jia looked at Le Wuyou, a sly look flashed in her eyes, and she chuckled, "I wonder if Prince Le wants to ask about his future? Or his marriage?"

When Le Wuyou heard this, his eyes flashed and he wanted to explain something to Yao Jia, but he saw that Yao Jia had already stood up.

Yao Jia's voice was filled with fatigue. "I'm really tired today. If Prince Le wants to ask for divination, I'd better ask him another day..."

The hexagram she had just interpreted was not a lie. As long as Song Yue could let Chang Xi return to his ancestral home in time, the Song family might really have a chance of survival.

Yao Jia raised her hand and asked Huaichuan to help her out. Fortune telling was tiring and stressful, so she decided not to do it again in the future.

Le Wuyou looked at Yao Jia's departing back, opened his mouth, wanting to call her, but ultimately did not have the courage to speak.