With her hands behind her back, Qiao Jin looked at Song Siyin, who wore a sour expression. She was amused.
If she hadn't seen Song Yanqing's fate when she was saving his life and discovered that there was something wrong with it, it would have been a long while before she found out.
Song Yanqing's fortune was extremely rare in this world because of how extraordinarily lucky he was.
This kind of fortune was a combination of the forces of heaven and earth, and even in Qiao Jin's era, it was rare to see.
But in every era, there were bound to be people with this kind of good fortune.
Omens are the same as karma. It is a person's fate and can't be easily tampered with.
But the culprit of this fatal exchange had to pay a hefty price. He wouldn't have any male descendants, and everyone related to him by blood would face the repercussions. He would live a hard life, all the men and women in his family would become degenerates, and they would be the most base beings on earth.
This would be especially true for someone exchanging with Song Yanqing's fate. Once exchanged, the culprit himself would inevitably suffer a major backlash, and his family would also suffer the consequences.
But since someone was willing to pay such a price in order to exchange their fate...the backstory had to be explored.
Song Yanqing grasped the general idea. After looking at his father's face, he turned to Qiao Jin and said in a low and soft voice, "You mean, my body shouldn't have been so weak?"
Qiao Jin thought about it for a while, then said, "Your fortune is too strong. The other party has stolen your luck. You should have died when your fate was changed. It is the Song family's ancestors who allowed you to live until now."
Song Siyin snapped back to reality, and looking at Qiao Jin, he appeared a little excited. "Then... can my son be saved?"
Qiao Jin was very straightforward. "If he couldn't be saved, then I couldn't have saved him. His twenty-fifth birthday is his limit. The person who changed his fate wanted your son to die at 25 so that he could exploit your son's luck even more greatly. But now, he has been revived, by me. If your son doesn't die, the other person's fortune will start to experience abnormalities. You would do well to pay attention to anyone acting suspiciously around the Song family."
She said this with a faint smile, but it horrified Song Siyin.
That Feng Shui master had been brought in by someone from the Song family.
How could such a thing be done without an inside mole from the Song family conspiring with someone outside?
Song Siyin obviously knew who it was. Qiao Jin had pretty much guessed the in and outs of the incident. Now that someone in the Song family knew that Song Yanqing wasn't dead, they would panic.
Song Suyu understood everything now, and although she didn't believe it completely, what Qiao Jin said was so supernatural that it gave her goosebumps just from listening.
Someone had stolen her brother's fortune, and her brother shouldn't be like this!
What a vicious person!
Song Suyu covered her mouth, lest tears start uncontrollably gushing out again.
Hearing what Qiao Jin said, Song Siyin couldn't stop shaking. After a long while, he restrained himself with the self-control he'd cultivated over many years. "I will investigate the matter."
He gazed at Qiao Jin and took a deep breath. "Miss Qiao."
His tone was a little more respectful. "I know that people of your kind will suffer karma from doing these things. As long as you can help my son, you can just say whatever you need, and we will give it to you."
Obviously, Song Siyin had been in contact with similar people before, and now he regarded Qiao Jin as a similar kind of being.
Qiao Jin waved her hand dismissively. "It's not necessary. Your son has already paid his dues."
Song Yanqing was caught off guard, with a hint of curiosity on his face. "What did I pay?"