Drama
You Call Fishing Ascension?
Disciples knelt all across the mountain, crying out in unison, “We respectfully send off the Patriarch on his ascension!”
But what I saw was a silvery-white hook piercing Master’s throat, dragging him up into the clouds.
His feet had left the ground. He couldn’t make a sound.
Like a fish.
I lunged forward and wrapped my arms around Master’s legs. “Let him go!”
Eldest Senior Brother struck me with his palm and sent me flying. “You madwoman! Can you bear the consequences of ruining the Patriarch’s ascension ceremony?”
Blood spilled from the corner of my mouth.
I laughed.
“Ascension? Are you all blind? That’s fishing!”
Yu Chaolan Investigates: The Death of Yuanyang
A bloody, brutal murder had shaken the city.
The prostitute Yuanyang was found dead and naked on her embroidered bed, her body slashed again and again, drenched in blood.
The authorities proved utterly useless at catching the killer. They could not find so much as a single suspect.
Just as rumors were flying everywhere, a young victim came to my stall.
With the only five copper coins she had, she begged me to find Yuanyang’s murderer.
Me: “?”
But I was only a fortune-teller.
Yu Chaolan Investigates: The Noble Concubine of the Marquis
The Marquis of Ningyuan’s favored concubine had been brutally murdered.
She had been arrogant, domineering, and spoiled by his favor, making countless enemies in the marquis’s mansion.
For a time, the authorities had no idea where to begin.
So Yuan Nanshan, the Vice Minister of Dali Temple, tossed this hot potato to me.
“The Marquis of Ningyuan’s concubine came from an official family, bore him children, and held a status no lower than the Marchioness.”
“You’re a woman, so it will be more convenient for you to investigate. You must find the murderer and give the deceased justice!”
“…”
But I was only a fortune-teller.
Yu Chaolan Investigates: The Tragedy of Ning’an
The second young lady of the Guardian General’s Residence was young, beautiful, and of noble status.
After attending a gathering of noble ladies, she suddenly hanged herself.
She left not a single word behind.
Her elder sister, Wang Ping’an, the Guardian General stationed at the border, rode back to the capital overnight.
Then, with lightning speed, she abducted the other four noble ladies who had attended the gathering-
the Grand Tutor’s daughter, the daughter of the Minister of Personnel, the legitimate daughter of the Censor-in-Chief, and the County Lady of Zhongwang Mansion-and brought them to a farmstead on the outskirts of the capital.
I, along with Yuan Nanshan, the Vice Minister of Dali Temple, was also dragged here to help uncover the truth.
Seeing me stare worriedly at the four top-ranking noble ladies, the Guardian General gave a chilling sneer.
“Master Yu, I hear your divinations are infallible, and that you can see the past and the future.”
“I want to know how my sister died!”
“If you can’t get to the bottom of it today, all of you can accompany her to the grave!”
Wait. I’m going to die too?
I’m just a fortune-teller.
Yuwan Loves Chengyan
When I was four, a fortune-teller said I was fated to bring misfortune upon my parents. So they sent me away to a rural estate. For ten years, they never came to see me, nor did they care whether I lived or died.
At fourteen, they brought me home-so they could marry me off.
My legitimate elder sister laughed. “A fool marrying a sickly wretch. A match made in heaven.”
My parents said, “If this engagement weren’t impossible to break, and if your sister weren’t about to marry into a noble family, you wouldn’t even be worthy of carrying his shoes.”
“A married daughter is water poured out. Once you’re gone, don’t come back for anything.”
Only he held my hand and taught me to write my own name.
And then he taught me to write: “A woman, too, must respect and cherish herself, strive without ceasing, and press ever forward.”
Zhi Yuan
When Xie Yan was diagnosed with stomach cancer, I was abroad, clearing my head.
He was calling for the hundredth time when my secretary-a man standing six-foot-two-finally picked up the phone.
“Where are you? Who is that with you?” I heard his voice crack over the line, sounding like he was on the verge of a total breakdown.
I couldn’t help but let out a mocking sneer. “Didn’t we agree to stay out of each other’s business? Why are you acting like such a sore loser now?”