My Lady Always Lacks Ambition

Chapter 712 - Capítulo 712: 696: Face Reading: You Must Observe Mourning

Capítulo 712: Chapter 696: Face Reading: You Must Observe Mourning

Song Yu Yan was somewhat dumbfounded. Qin Liuxi actually wanted to read her face to see her marital prospects?

Her little face blushed crimson, and she didn’t dare to look at the adults in front of her.

But Qin Liuxi only took one glance and said, “No need for face reading. The Red Bird Star hasn’t moved; her marriage prospect hasn’t arrived yet.”

“We haven’t even started, and you’ve already figured it out?” Mrs. Xie frowned, her tone carrying skepticism, “Are you really sure or are you just spouting nonsense?”

Qin Liuxi harrumphed: “It’s just observing the Red Bird Star, what’s there to look at? When her marriage prospect comes, the Red Bird Star will naturally move, but as of now, it is as calm as still water…”

As she spoke, her eyes narrowed slightly, showing a bit of shock.

“What’s wrong?” Song Yu Yan was panicked by her gaze.

Qin Liuxi thought for a moment, stepped forward to grab her hand and placed two fingers on her wrist, the other hand forming a mantra, her mouth murmuring the Taisu Pulse Method, and after probing, she let out a light sigh.

The lung pulse was short and abrupt; clearly delineated, yet extending into the distance, it would mean parents are both well, but Song Yu Yan’s pulse stopped abruptly after three or five beats, rushing irregularly, indicating the loss of a father figure at a young age.

Looking at her main fatherly pulse, a sudden outbreak of pimples, dim and faintly dark, the vitality is gone.

Song Yu Yan’s scumbag father, gone.

Although Qin Liuxi was indifferent to that so-called great-uncle whom she had never met, he was still Song Yu Yan’s biological father, so she must also feel heavy-hearted, right?

Seeing Qin Liuxi didn’t reply, but her expression was inscrutable, looking both sympathetic and pitying, especially after taking her pulse, Song Yu Yan felt heavy-hearted and forced a smile uglier than crying, saying weakly, “Cousin Liu Xi, say what you need to, don’t hold back. Is there something wrong with my body?”

Qin Meiniang also became nervous from the atmosphere and asked anxiously, “Xi’er, what’s the matter?”

Qin Liuxi said, “I have divined for you before; your Red Bird Star hasn’t moved, indicating a late marriage. Your marital path has its ups and downs, and a good match can only be sought after you turn eighteen.”

The crowd was stunned.

“That late?” Mrs. Gu was surprised.

Mrs. Wang’s brows furrowed, but she smiled and said, “It doesn’t count as too late. Just right to take another look slowly in these years. Marrying late usually means the woman’s physique is stronger, leading to easier childbirth and happier prospects. Besides, I see many village girls who don’t speak of marriage until after sixteen.”

Song Yu Yan’s face blushed again.

Qin Liuxi said, “The main reason for her late marriage is not something else, but… she needs to observe mourning.”

Everyone’s heart skipped a beat.

“Xi’er?” Mrs. Wang exclaimed.

Old Mrs. Qin’s complexion turned somewhat gloomy, gripping the armrest of the chair tightly. Was she talking about her?

Qin Meiniang was equally frightened, observing mourning? Whose mourning?

Song Yu Yan’s face turned pale, looking at Qin Liuxi in astonishment, “Cousin, what do you mean by that?”

“Your father is gone, died unexpectedly, drowned,” Qin Liuxi’s voice was calm: “You need to observe mourning for three years, at the age of nineteen you will marry a scholar from a poor family, give birth to a daughter at twenty-one, and have a son at twenty-two.”

Song Yu Yan did not hear the rest of her words, only the beginning – what did it mean her father was gone, drowned?

Thud.

“Lady Mei.” Mrs. Wang hurriedly helped up Qin Meiniang, who had collapsed on the ground and cried out in alarm.

Song Yu Yan also wavered, nearly toppling over as she saw her mother fall. Her legs went weak, and she stumbled, but Qin Liuxi caught her and pressed her down into a chair.

Old Mrs. Qin’s head swam, and she wasn’t sure if it was the relief of having narrowly escaped a death sentence, or the shock from Qin Liuxi saying Song Yu Yan’s father was dead, but her face turned somewhat ashen as she took the tea from Nanny Ding and gulped it down fiercely.

Mrs. Gu, along with Mrs. Wang, had already helped Qin Meiniang to sit on a chair, and when Mrs. Xie came back to her senses, she said, in a high pitch, “Xixi, you are too harsh. What do you mean by ‘that person is gone’?”

Qin Liuxi pinched Qin Meiniang’s philtrum, waking her up. Qin Meiniang grabbed her arm, her lips quivering; she hadn’t said anything yet, but tears were already rolling down her face.

“Are you joking about this or what?”

Qin Liuxi shook her head, “I never make jokes about life and death.”

Qin Meiniang’s hand went limp, sliding down, and her tears broke through like a dam, nonstop.

“Cousin Liuxi, how is this possible? How could my dad be gone? You must have made a mistake?” Song Yu Yan’s face was full of panic and desperation.

“When I saw the darkness and blackening in your parent’s palace on your face, indicative of your father, I employed the Taisu Pulse Method to examine your pulse and predict your fortune and misfortune. Naturally, I could infer a bit about your fate,” explained Qin Liuxi. “You may choose not to believe, but although you and Yuqing have been driven out of the Song Mansion, you are still his biological daughters and the legitimate ones at that. The Song Family should come to report the death.”

Song Yu Yan slid off the chair onto the floor, going limp, her face lifeless.

Qin Meiniang was already sobbing aloud.

Song Liyang was a scumbag. After her maternal family declined, he unhesitatingly drove them out of the Song Family, her and her three daughters. At that time, she bitterly hated him, seeing him as heartless and unprincipled. It was one thing for him to divorce her, but to so callously abandon their two daughters was another matter.

However heartless he was, he remained the father of the two girls. Now that he was dead, the girls would bear the stigma of being fatherless and thus face greater difficulty in their prospects for marriage.

There was also the matter of timing. Of all times to die, he had to do it just before his daughter was about to come of age. What would happen to her coming-of-age ceremony?

The more Qin Meiniang thought about it, the more heartbroken she became, cursing in her mind that Song Liyang wouldn’t even pick a good day to die, that bastard.

“Why cry for him? What’s there to cry about for such a heartless, faithless scoundrel?” Old Mrs. Qin’s head throbbed, and she spoke in a grave tone: “The matter is not yet certain, your crying is premature. Even if it’s true, there’s no need for you to mourn in widowhood for him; you are now a lady of the Qin Family.”

Sniffling, Qin Meiniang said, “Mother, I’m just heartbroken for Yu Yan and the girls. Next month she will come of age, but just at this time…”

Old Mrs. Qin glanced at the dazed Song Yu Yan and said, “If it’s indeed true as Miss Xi has said, we will talk about it then.”

Who could have imagined that even predicting fortunes could bring out such bad news?

Mrs. Xie asked, “Miss Xi, you haven’t even enquired about the birth dates, and just by face reading and pulse diagnosis, can you really be sure? You see…”

“People shouldn’t fortune-tell for themselves; it’s hard to predict fate for those close to us, and I won’t predict it for you,” Qin Liuxi interrupted without hesitation: “Besides, if the face reading brings good news, it’s fine, but with bad news, like now, what’s there to predict?”

Mrs. Xie looked towards Qin Meiniang and her daughters and shut her mouth. Indeed, it would be better not to predict.

Qin Liuxi continued, “There’s no need to attend the Ding family’s banquet. Going would only invite ridicule, giving them face when they don’t deserve it. If they are shameless, we still preserve our dignity.”

With the situation as it was, who would still have the heart to attend any banquet?

Only Mrs. Xie felt a tinge of regret, but she dared not say anything more to avoid displeasing Old Mrs. Qin.

Qin Liuxi looked at Qin Meiniang and said, “Aunt, don’t cry anymore. The sudden death of Yu Yan’s father means that the Song Family might insist they return to mourn, and then not let them come back. You need to think about what to do.”

Qin Meiniang was alarmed.