Chapter 81 Mrs. Hu's Distant Nephew
In Xinzheng City, Zuo Sima Mansion.

A graceful figure stood by the railing, looking at the pond under the railing. The clear water rippled in the breeze, reflecting a pretty face as beautiful as a flower.

She might be over thirty years old, for her figure was extremely full, at the age when she was plump and juicy, with the mature charm of a woman, but she might also be only in her twenties, for her face bore no traces of the years, and her gentleness was tinged with melancholy, and she had a more delicate temperament.

She used to be the eldest daughter of Huoyu Villa in Baiyue Land, and is now the owner of this mansion. She has an unknown past.

"Alas." The long-lost memories once again came to Mrs. Hu's mind, making the beautiful woman sigh quietly. Feeling annoyed, she thought about it and decided to go to the theater.

Not long after, a carriage escorted by several guards slowly drove out of Zuo Sima's Mansion and headed towards the theater in Xinzheng City.

At this time, a figure quietly followed and went towards the theater first.

There were indeed theaters in this era, but they were not the kind of opera that Yang Chong understood, but Nuo opera, also known as ghost opera, which is the oldest kind of dance that is used to worship gods, drive away plague and epidemics, and express peace. Later, with the development of the times, it gradually developed into an opera with a strong entertaining color. There was such a Nuo opera theater in Xinzheng, which became a rare form of entertainment for noble ladies like Mrs. Hu.

Mrs. Hu was particularly fond of Nuo opera. Nuo opera was already popular in the Baiyue region where she was born. Her later experiences left her with many worries that she had no way to vent, so watching opera became a way for her to relieve her sorrow.

"What is he going to do? Is he planning to use this Madam Hu to assassinate Liu Yi?" In a corner that is difficult for ordinary people to notice, Bai Feng asked Mo Ya, who was both his teacher and father, beside him.

"These are all we can think of. However, as long as Liu Yi dies unexpectedly, the first thing those people in the court will think of is for the general to take action. So if Yang Chong does this, it is not very smart. But isn't he a smart man?" Mo Ya analyzed.

"Then what is he going to do?" Bai Feng became more and more curious.

"I don't know. We'll know if we follow them." Mo Ya walked through the crowd, looking at the carriage in the distance. It was not easy to follow Yang Chong, but it was much easier to follow a carriage.

After Mrs. Hu entered the theater, as a regular customer, she was immediately led by the theater maid to the box that she had booked all year round.

It's just that for some reason, today's opera was about a filial son traveling thousands of miles to find his mother. There are many such operas, but Mrs. Hu was already upset today, and when she saw such a piece of music, she couldn't help but think of her own woman, the daughter she lost in the chaos.

"Is she still alive? If she is, she should be sixteen years old now." Mrs. Hu thought about it, and her sorrow deepened.

The turmoil at Fire Rain Villa caused her to lose all her loved ones, but those loved ones still live in her heart, weighing on her mind, leaving her with a lasting melancholy.

Even after leaving the theater, Mrs. Hu was still absent-minded, with the fragments of her daughter's loss constantly echoing in her mind.

Mrs. Hu thought about it and walked towards the carriage. Just as she was about to get on the carriage, she unexpectedly saw many people queuing on the opposite side. But they were not buying anything, but telling fortunes?
Fortune telling? What is my destiny? Thinking of her ill-fated fate, Mrs. Hu suddenly withdrew her hand from the carriage. She subconsciously walked to the other side. She also wanted to calculate her own destiny.

Mrs. Hu was standing in the queue, listening to the discussion of the women in front of her. They said that the fortune teller was very accurate. She felt more determined. What if it was possible? It would be better than the current situation.

After waiting in line for a long time, Mrs. Hu finally arrived at the fortune-telling booth. There was a very young man with a frail appearance and a gentle and warm smile on his face.

"Please write down a word first, madam?" Yang Chong, who was dressed as a fortune teller, asked after Madam Hu sat down.

"Okay." Upon hearing this, Mrs. Hu picked up the brush on the stall, thought for a moment, and wrote the word "玉" on a blank bamboo slip.

The character "玉" at this time was different from the one in Yang Chong's memory. It was not a character "王子" with a dot added, but a character "王" with two dots added.

"Please take a look at this word, sir." Mrs. Hu pushed the bamboo slip with the word '玉' written in front of Yang Chong.

"Jade?" Yang Chong picked up the bamboo slips and took a look at it. Based on Mrs. Hu's experience and the word "jade", an idea suddenly came to his mind.

Mrs. Hu looked at Yang Chong nervously. If there was no hope, it would be fine. But once there was hope, the restless feeling in her heart would return...

"The word 'jade' is a good word. Jade originally refers to precious gems strung together with silk ropes. Later it is extended to mean things that are as crystal clear as jade, and it is also used to describe beauty, just like you, madam." Yang Chong said as he looked at Madam Hu in front of him.

Indeed, although Mrs. Hu's facial features were not stunning enough, her mature figure had an unconcealable charm, coupled with the seemingly eternal sadness between her eyebrows, which only made Yang Chong think of a legendary existence: the aunt next door. Of course, in the language habits of this world, it should be the aunt next door.

Meeting Yang Chong's gaze, Mrs. Hu instinctively lowered her head, but she could not see anything, and could only see Hu's green cloth.

"Madam was born because of this word jade, and her destiny was also changed because of this word jade." Yang Chong continued.

Mrs. Hu's body trembled when she heard this. She was born in Fire Rain Villa, where Fire Rain Agate was produced in abundance. Fire Rain Agate was loved by the wealthy people of the Seven Kingdoms and was called red jade. Wasn't it born from jade?
Later, the wealth accumulated in Huoyu Villa over the years was coveted by robbers, which eventually led to the disaster of Huoyu Villa. Wasn't her fate changed because of the jade?

"Sir, what else can you see?" Mrs. Hu raised her head, regardless of her shyness, and looked straight at Yang Chongdao.

"The character for Jade is composed of two dots for Wang, which means your current situation is caused by Wang." Yang Chong continued.

"King?" Mrs. Hu pondered. Was everything she had now because of the king? Which king was that? Who else could it be besides the one in the palace of King Han? "The two dots of the word 玉 are not connected to the word 王, which means that there are two very important people in your life who have been separated from you because of this king." Yang Chong's words exploded in Mrs. Hu's mind like thunder.

"Two people?" Mrs. Hu bit her lip tightly, trying her best not to reveal anything in front of Yang Chong, but her voice was already trembling: "What else can you see?"

"These two points, one above and one below, can be translated as big and one small, so the point below should refer to your child, but the point above is not the top one, so it's hard to say." Yang Chong said.

"Child, it's hard to say?" Mrs. Hu looked at Yang Chong, tears already flashing in her eyes. The child was her daughter, so the "hard to say" must be referring to Li Kai, the father of her daughter, not her husband, right?
"Are they still alive?" Mrs. Hu asked hurriedly, and her hand uncontrollably grabbed Yang Chong's hand holding the bamboo slips because of nervousness and excitement.

"Although the two points are separated from the king, they have not yet escaped from the king's framework. This means that although they are separated from the lady, their fate is still connected with her. Since the lady is alive and well now, they are of course alive too." Yang Chong let Mrs. Hu hold his hand and said.

"Just be alive, just be alive, just be alive." Mrs. Hu wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and kept talking.

"Madam, do you want to find them?" Yang Chong asked.

"Found them?" Mrs. Hu's eyes showed confusion and she was unable to react for a moment.

"In addition to my fortune-telling business, I also work part-time as a searcher. If Madam wants to find them, I think I can do my best, but the price will probably be a bit expensive." Yang Chong said.

"Can you really help me find them?" Mrs. Hu asked. She no longer cared about anything else.

"Okay, if I can't find her, I won't take a penny." Yang Chong said with a smile. Yang Chong knew where Nanyue was, and he also knew where Li Kai was.

"Okay, as long as you can help me find them, I'm willing to pay any price." Mrs. Hu said with unprecedented firmness.

"I've taken this deal." Yang Chong said, the first step of the plan was completed.

Not long after, Mrs. Hu left with satisfaction. However, on the way home, Mrs. Hu suddenly remembered that she had not told the other party her identity. Even if the other party found out something, he would not know how to contact her.

He didn't ask, so he must have his own way, right? Yes, he is so magical, he should know how to find me. Thinking of the various magical things about the fortune teller, Mrs. Hu's worries disappeared.

After Mrs. Hu returned home, she waited for the fortune teller to come to her in anticipation and anxiety.

But ten days passed and no one came to find her. In her anxiety, she even went to the theater again, hoping to find the fortune teller there, but the theater was still there, but there was no stall.

Until the fifteenth day, Mrs. Hu still had not received any news.

"Madam, there is a man outside the house who claims to be your relative." On the sixteenth day, Madam Hu sat in the pavilion beside the pond, absent-mindedly feeding the fish. If there was no hope, it would be fine. But once she saw hope, it would really...

At this time, a maid came hurriedly from the corridor in the distance. Just now, the butler received a message from the doorman.

"My relatives?" Mrs. Hu was slightly startled when she heard this. Since the destruction of Fire Rain Villa, her only relative was her sister. But her sister, Lady Hu, was now the favorite concubine of King Han. How could she come at this time? Moreover, even if her sister, Lady Hu, wanted to come, she would never use such words.

Mrs. Hu couldn't think of any relatives she had at the moment, but what if?
"Yes, ma'am, Butler Liu said that the man is obviously not an ordinary person." The maid replied.

Zuo Sima Mansion is a place of high status and power in Xinzheng City. Not everyone can visit. But since the doorman informed the housekeeper of the news, and the housekeeper informed the hostess's maid, they actually had some recognition of the identity of the visitor.

"Unordinary?" Mrs. Hu's doubts were not answered after hearing this. Instead, her doubts deepened. Could it be that he is really my relative?

Could it be him? In doubt, Mrs. Hu suddenly thought of a possibility. Thinking of this, Mrs. Hu hurriedly said, "Bring him in."

"Yes." The maid responded, and then hurried away, not wanting to keep the guests waiting for long.

Not long after, to Mrs. Hu's surprise, her husband appeared in front of her.

"Yang Chong meets my aunt." Under Mrs. Hu's surprised gaze, Yang Chong called out a name that surprised her.

"Aunt?" Mrs. Hu was stunned. How could Yang Chong, a fortune teller, be her nephew? However, in just a moment, Mrs. Hu felt that she understood what Yang Chong meant. Yang Chong did not want to expose their years-long transaction to others, and it was indeed not appropriate for her to let others know that she was asking someone to find her daughter and her former lover.

"Aunt, there are some things I can only tell you. Please leave everyone else alone." Yang Chong said.

"You, you come with me." Mrs. Hu nodded almost without hesitation, accepting the title of "aunt" given to her by the fortune teller Yang Chong.

　Regarding the subsequent plot, the protagonist whitewashes his identity through Ji Wuye, and then obtains an official identity, and then cooperates with Han Fei and Wei Zhuang to take down Ji Wuye and others, divide up the night, and collect beauties by the way. This is the development of the plot. My friends, don’t think that the protagonist joins Ji Wuye just to work for Ji Wuye. This is different. Who would hang out with a person like Ji Wuye?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)