Quick Transmigration: My First Female Skill Takes Effect

Wen Zheng was the first to recognize Master Huian.

She went up to him with a smile and clasped her hands together, saying, "Master Huian, it's been a long time."

She had met this famous master a few years ago.

With a compassionate expression, Hui'an said, "Benefactor Wen, how have you been?" He then greeted Madam Zhou, who was standing nearby, with a "Amitabha."

Their gaze shifted to Zhao Qi.

Zhao Qi was also looking at the bald monk. Her eyes sparkled, her small hands twitched slightly, and she politely asked, "Master, may I touch your bald head?"

Aside from her own feeling that it was polite, others felt it was somewhat presumptuous.

Just as Wen Zheng was about to say something like "childishly mischievous," Master Hui'an unexpectedly stepped forward, his expression still kind and gentle: "Alright."

Once Zhao Qi received permission, she immediately reached out, but just before touching his scalp, she gently lowered her hand: "Master, your head is so smooth."

She praised it enthusiastically.

Master Hui'an replied to her, "Young benefactor's hair should also be very smooth."

Her skin looked shiny and black, and you could tell at a glance that she was healthy.

Zhao Qi leaned forward: "You can touch it."

Master Hui'an didn't stand on ceremony and gently patted Zhao Qi's round head with his large, calloused hand.

Wen Zheng looked at her daughter and saw that she had caught the eye of Master Huian. Her daughter, Aqi, was just so likable.

"Young benefactor, you have a full forehead and bright eyes; your nobility is beyond words."

Master Hui'an didn't pat Zhao Qi's head for nothing; he also told his fortune and congratulated Wen Zheng, saying, "Benefactor Wen, you are blessed."

Wen Zheng stood there stunned. You should know that the last time Master Hui'an did face reading was for the current emperor.

She never expected that decades later, her Aqi would have her face read by Master Huian.

I lifted my daughter's head up, and it felt like her head was worth many times more than before.

Zhao Yan, Zhao Yue, and Zhao Huan were all stunned.

They never expected that their little sister would receive such an invaluable comment from the master.

Madam Zhou felt that she had made a huge profit from her actions today.

Zhao Qi chuckled. She thought the monk spoke pleasantly, but even that couldn't compare to the golden statue. She told her mother and got down from his arms.

Standing on the ground, she straightened her back, but still couldn't reach an adult's waist.

But Zhao Qi felt she was very tall now, so she looked up and asked without any politeness, "Master, may I move the golden statue inside?"

She knew that gold was valuable.

She felt it was a waste to keep so much gold in the temple, so she thought it would be better to give it to her.

"I won't take it for nothing. I'll go and deliver porridge to people who don't have enough to eat, and I'll also give them bread to eat."

Buddha received gratitude, she received a golden statue, and everything was perfect.

Wen Zheng managed to grab his daughter just in time, giving her a gentle glare: "Don't talk nonsense." He then apologized to the bewildered Master Hui'an: "I'm sorry, Master, children speak without thinking."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the host standing behind Hui'an had a face as dark as the clouds before a storm.

She understands!

After a moment of bewilderment, Master Hui'an burst into laughter. His laughter was loud and melodious. He turned his head and saw his junior brother's dark face, and then he smiled again.

"Young benefactor, you cannot take the golden statue away today."

Zhao Qi wasn't a brat; she just took a shot, even if she didn't succeed, and it didn't matter if she missed.

"...It's okay, I know he doesn't want to give it to me."

She pointed at the abbot, noticing that when she asked for the Buddha statue earlier, everyone except the monk with the pleasant voice had looked at the dark-faced man.

Clearly, the one with the dark face is the one in charge.

Like her mother and father.

The host originally had a good impression of Zhao Qi, after all, he was incredibly wealthy, but when they all wanted to take away his family's golden Buddha statue, he just frowned slightly.

They didn't scold her, which was enough to give her due respect to her destiny.

He looked at his senior brother: "Senior brother, it's time to go."

A bold child will ask for anything.

Master Hui'an nodded to Wen Zheng, then nodded to Zhao Qi, before walking in the opposite direction from the people behind him.

As soon as Wen Zheng looked away, she saw people who had come to the temple to offer incense heading in her direction. She glanced at Aqi, picked her up, and ordered the people around her, "Let's go home."

The group quickly walked out of the temple gate, down the mountain, parted ways with the Zhou mother and daughter, and boarded the carriage.

Zhao Qi was playing with a jade pendant that Madam Zhou had given her again. She sat next to Wen Zheng, with Zhao Yan and Zhao Huan on the left and Zhao Yue and Mei Hua on the right.

The carriage and horses were waving their whips.

Come back home.

However, everyone in the carriage would occasionally glance up at Zhao Qi, looking from her hair to her shoes.

Zhao Qi: "What?"

She sensed something was off about the gaze.

Zhao Yue sat next to her, her gaze even more intense, as if she wanted to pick her up and shake her vigorously to see what made her different.

"It's alright, let me see where your prices are high."

The last one of such high rank was the emperor, so could her sister be the empress?

But the princes of the current emperor are almost all adults.

"Jade pendants are valuable."

Zhao Qi didn't quite understand what her sister was saying, but she took out the precious jade pendant that Madam Zhou had just given her and placed it on the coffee table.

Zhao Yue smiled: They're still just kids.

"Mother, Master Hui'an's words today will probably spread everywhere soon. Should we try to stop it?" Zhao Yan saw the honey, but also the thorns within it.

Who knows if the emperor might suddenly have a brain fart and summon their entire family to the capital.

Wen Zheng shook his head after a moment: "No need." He couldn't stop them.

She turned to look at her three-year-old daughter: "Your little sister is still young, so she probably won't have any problems for the time being."

The emperor would never appoint a three-year-old child as empress; of course, he wouldn't do it himself, nor would he allow anyone else to do it.

If there's time, there's always a way to solve the problem for them.

Just a quarter of an hour after returning to the mansion, Zhao Yifeng from the front courtyard had already rushed back from the yamen.

Upon hearing Master Huian's prediction for his daughter, he was initially delighted but then broke out in a cold sweat: he feared that his daughter would be summoned to the capital and raised there.

"I'm going to deliver three more cartloads of gifts to Li Erniu."

At this time, the words of trusted people close to the emperor are effective.

"His Majesty won't believe it all," Zhao Yifeng was certain. If someone said that his current position as governor was due to a fortune teller from the past, he would be wrong.

He was unwilling to accept it either.

More than a decade of hard work and struggle cannot be erased by a simple face reading.

Wen Zheng nodded in agreement: "The most likely scenario is that His Majesty will allow us to continue raising Aqi until she comes of age, at least twelve or thirteen, and perhaps then he will issue an imperial decree to grant her marriage."

As for whether the emperor would live to see the end, according to rumors circulating in the capital, the emperor was in good health.

And take care of yourself.

Zhao Yan nodded in agreement, and upon closer inspection, a hint of reconciliation could even be seen on his face: "Mother is right."

Two months later.

An angel was sent from the capital to Youzhou to meet Zhao Qi.