Calculating blood relations that are too close to oneself is not ideal, with parents ranking first and siblings second; there are fewer restrictions for others.
However, for a Feng Shui Metaphysics Master of Tang Jin's caliber, combining face and palm reading is sufficient for relatives.
Tang Jin frowned, his soft, young voice filled with concern, "Dad, have you been snapping at your subordinates a lot lately because business hasn't been good? An elder in the family is sick, should be Grandpa, right? That's also why you brought me back..."
Grandpa's condition might be getting worse, and he probably wanted to see her.
Tang Chuang paused.
From the moment they met to the time he took her with him, Tang Jin was unlike any other five-year-old; not crying or fussing, with an exceptional capacity for understanding.
She simply followed him without needing much explanation, leaving him with words unsaid.
If she recognized him, it could be because Daoist Qing Shan had shown her his photo. So if Grandpa was sick and Daoist Qing Shan wasn't aware, how did she know?
Then Little Milk Jin looked up earnestly.
"Dad, you can't get angry now. With a sunken Mountain Root, illness looms over the head. Let's go to the hospital tomorrow to check your head."
Tang Chuang: ???
"You can't resort to ignoring illnesses and avoiding doctors."
Things were getting a bit mystical.
Tang Chuang was reluctant to believe it.
But indeed, the Tang Family had been hit by some misfortune lately.
Grandpa had fallen, and his vitality had declined. The Tang Family's projects encountered some problems, and everyone was busy with their own affairs. He hadn't had a health check-up for a while and, upon reflection, he did experience occasional dizziness.
However, it was very mild, so he didn't take it seriously, just thought that it was due to aging and not being as resilient as when he was younger.
It couldn't really be...
Tang Chuang pondered for a long time.
Little Milk Jin held his hand, gently patting it, meeting his gaze, and encouragingly said, "Dad, don't be scared, be brave, you are a man after all!"
It wasn't necessary.
Before he could voice those thoughts, she tilted her head, "Or do you want an encouraging kiss?"
Tang Chuang: "…cough."
***
At the other end.
The Tang Family's old mansion.
It was already light out; during Grandpa's 75th birthday celebration a while ago, the Tang Family members either completed their work early or postponed it. Now, they were bustling about.
Since Grandpa fell, he had been resting thoroughly, and it was too early for him to be awake.
In the living room, Tang Micheng, the youngest son of the Second House Family, was playing video games. He was nine years old, pampered by the family to be plump and fair. Taking advantage of the rare school holiday, he had made plans with classmates to go to the game arcade.
His cousin, Wei Yihan, was sitting on the sofa. Ever since Tang Jin was taken away, the wife of the Second House Family brought her niece over to soothe the emotions of her little brothers who were upset about the sister being taken.
Although she didn't live directly with the Tang family, she evidently considered herself half a member of the family.
Dressed in a chiffon skirt with a slender waist, the fourteen-year-old girl had already learned to dress and put on makeup, her lips curved into a smile, she seemingly casually said, "It seems like Uncle is bringing Tang Jin back home today?"
"Let him," Tang Micheng grumbled, clutching the game controller, "I don't care about her anyway."
His mother had already told him that if this sister returned, she would be coming to take his things from Grandpa.
Don't even think about asking him to welcome Tang Jin.
"Jinjin, your little sister, is quite pitiable too. She was sent to that remote countryside because she was weak and sickly as a child. Now, Shendu has already changed a lot. She has just come down from the mountain and has no experience of the world. When she goes to kindergarten, other kids will laugh at her. You're her brother. You should be considerate of your sister."
"Why should I be considerate of her? Was it me who forced her to go to the Taoist temple?"
Wei Yihan gave a light smile, "Alright, alright, I won't talk about these annoying things with you. I'm heading out. I have a classmate gathering tonight, so I won't be coming over. I'll bring you a cake tomorrow."
"Okay."
This routine worked well on Tang Micheng, who turned his head to respond and saw Wei Yihan just reaching the doorway. A bright "light bulb" peeked out from the entrance!
Wei Yihan was also taken aback. She saw the shiny bald head before making eye contact with Tang Chuang.
The gleaming bald head and the rustic Taoist priest attire elicited a trace of ridicule in her eyes. She quickly restrained herself and looked down before smiling and asking, "Uncle, this must be Jinjin, the little sister, right?"
Tang Jin heard the voice and lifted her little head. Her lovely cat-like pupils and curled lashes inherited all her parents' good qualities. Although she was led by the hand, the moment she lifted her head, she yawned, obviously sleepy.
Their eyes met, and Tang Jin blinked her eyes.
Tang Chuang, usually busy and bad-tempered, had very little to do with Wei Yihan, and didn't respond. He squatted down and scooped up the sleepy little one, who kept yawning, into his arms and carried her inside.
Her soft little hands wrapped around his neck, and her small head rested in the crook of his neck. Once they were further away, she spoke up.
"Dad, try to keep your distance from her in the future."
Tang Jin could read faces and understand people. But if others didn't provoke her, she had no intention of saying anything in front of them. That woman's face seemed somewhat dangerous, but as fate would have it, she warned him. Whether he could avoid trouble depended on himself.
"Her broad forehead suggests a prosperous social life, and the mole on her lip's corner signifies a good cook, full of charm. Her slightly stern brow and eyes can be overbearing. Her marital fate is uncertain; she's destined to step on the shoulders of the nobles to climb higher. Be smart, Dad. We won't be the nobles for her to step on."
Sleepy from the flight, Little Milk Bun yawned as she spoke in her sweet, milky voice.
Her little voice was melting hearts.
The child spoke with a touch of mysticism. Tang Chuang was already half-convinced by her accuracy, and upon hearing this, he didn't say much, but took note in his heart.
"Fine, go to sleep. When you wake up, I'll take you to see your grandfather."
The little girl softly mumbled in agreement, already half-asleep.
Passing the living room, Tang Micheng was still playing video games. He was pampered to the point of being uncontrollable. Tang Chuang rarely saw him, and upon seeing the little light bulb in Tang Chuang's arms, Tang Micheng didn't even turn his head, clearly unimpressed.
Tang Chuang carried Tang Jin straight toward the bedroom, but heard her continue to mumble instructions,
"Dad, is that big porcelain vase in the middle of the living room newly placed?"
It was a gift from a popular Feng Shui Master in Shendu during the old master's birthday two months ago. The old master also trusted him and had arranged it according to the Feng Shui Master's instructions at that time.
"Is there an issue?"
Tang Chuang raised an eyebrow.
If his little daughter truly had some talent in Feng Shui Metaphysics and could notice something, then that Feng Shui Master...
"The position is right, and so is the object. It's meant to stabilize and protect the house, but it was placed at the wrong time. There are harmful things in the house that are causing grandfather's illness, and they got sealed inside too. It's best to move it to the north window."
Her big eyes were already closed as she spoke in a feeble and low voice.
Tang Chuang, who usually seemed stern and impatient, felt a tender smile spreading across his face unconsciously.
Well, he might as well indulge in his little daughter's game.
Tang Chuang arranged for someone to move the big porcelain vase from the living room and carried Tang Jin back to the room to rest.
Tiny and soft, she lay on the bed and turned over. Tang Chuang was about to move her further in when he heard her murmuring in her sleep, "Gotta take Dad to the hospital—to check his head."