Yan Xiaomo

So-called Taisu pulse is a form of physiognomy, which can discern nobility and lowliness, foresee auspicious and ominous events, predict misfortune and fortune. Good sir, do you dare to let me feel your pulse? One pulse reading is worth a thousand gold!
Look, making money is so easy, isn't it?
Ah, phooey!
Living two lives, Qin Liuxi's ideal is always to get by without striving for advancement, because in the world, there are always those who are willing to be lazy and not seek progress, and she is fit for such worthless tasks!
But when a whole family shows up miserably and pitifully in front of her, Qin Liuxi's days as a slacker are over.
Faced with the precarious Qin family in a state of distress, a maid beggar with an empty money box asking for business, Qin Liuxi has no choice but to shoulder the duties of the eldest lady, managing the household, supporting elders, and child-rearing!
Qin Liuxi: I clearly got the script as a slacker, who switched it up?
A cousin who questions her existence after being scolded by the eldest lady: I feel like the big sister looks at us like we're trouble!
Qin Fourth Young Master, who was beaten and taught a lesson by the eldest lady: Be bolder, remove the feeling!
Qin Fifth Young Master, who was lectured into a state of introversion by the eldest lady, solemnly counts on his fingers to answer questions about what the big sister is useless at: She can exorcise demons and ghosts, read faces and draw charms, heal and save people. Oh, which one did you ask about?
Later, someone asked Qin Liuxi, if life could start over, what would her dream be?
Qin Liuxi remained silent for a long time: To not strive for progress and to live for a hundred years!

My Lady Always Lacks Ambition

The Flying Needle shot out, catching Fusheng off guard.


She was already in a flurry due to Qin Liuxi's words, and then he sent a needle flying into the Ghost Palace with such precision that it was as though it was measured by the ruler—neither too light nor too heavy, penetrating three parts deep, causing Fusheng's lips to tremble slightly, but not harming the bones inside.


As the silver needle entered the Ghost Palace, Fusheng's already pale face grew even more ashen and colorless. A form of energy rose beside her, enveloping her and not dispersing—faint as if the mist of distant mountains, seemingly there and yet not.


Realizing she had been schemed against, Fusheng was incensed.


"That despicable Taoist lacks basic decency."


What happened to being courteous and not resorting to violence at every turn? What is this now?


This is completely devoid of martial virtue.


Chapter 296 Calculating in the Dark