Shen Chengjing asked for good fortune. It was "the return of the son" blessing.
She did not understand what it meant and held the fortune up. "Master, what does this fortune mean?"
The Master who was writing scriptures on the stage heard her voice and put down his brush. He stood up and took the fortune with both hands to read it carefully. "Miss, this is good fortune. The return of the son means double happiness. Has anything good happened to you recently, Miss?"
"I think so." She picked up a husband some time ago. It should count, she thought.
"In the end, there will be great joy. Hm, I see that Miss's temple is glowing red. This is a sign of good luck." The master pushed the fortune aside and continued, "Miss, please show me your right hand."
Shen Chengjing sat there quietly and stretched out her right hand. The master's fingertip brushed across her palm lines. He shook his head continuously.
