The Rebirth of an Ill-Fated Consort (Chapters 1- 203)

Chapter 87 : Prophecy

Xuan Li smiled gently. "I'm just doing what I'm supposed to do."

The reservoir chief smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum when he heard this. His praise was even more dazzling. "Your Highness is modest. The lives of the people around the reservoir are in Your Highness' hands. It is a blessing for the people to have such a man devoted to the people like Your Highness in the Great Jin dynasty. Later, this official will report Your Highness' meritorious deeds to the court without fail." He was full of thoughts; everyone knew that the Crown Prince was not in favour. Nowadays, the most powerful in the palace were Eighth Prince and Fifth Prince. Even though Fifth Prince was decent, in terms of authority in front of the emperor, he still lagged behind Eighth Prince's birth mother.

After some consideration, Eighth Prince had a better chance of winning. Now that Xuan Li had done a good job in this matter, he should take the opportunity to please him. If he were favoured, his official career would be smooth sailing in the future. When he thought of this, the reservoir chief smiled even more sincerely.

Xuan Li's smile was like a spring breeze. He neither denied nor approved it. There were a lot of people watching the bustling scene by the side of the reservoir. These days, Xuan Li made great efforts in flood control and the people witnessed it personally. They were both apprehensive and grateful for those in high positions who came down in person. Common people were always the easiest to satisfy. In addition, the reservoir chief excessively boasted about Xuan Li's merits and so the people were even more grateful to him.

Receiving the admiring and respectful gazes from the people, Xuan Li's smile deepened. Pride flashed in his eyes. This smile appeared very amiable when it came into the people's view. Praises extolling the meritorious deeds of the gentle, handsome, and noble Eighth Prince rang out in the midst of the people.

In contrast, Li An, walking beside Xuan Li, still wore a gloomy expression. His expression made Xuan Li seem even more kind and approachable. While the people in the reservoir were giving praises one after another, there was an inopportune voice. "Disaster! Disaster!"

The voice was not ear-piercing in the midst of the praises, but it was exceptionally clear. Xuan Li turned his head to look at the spot where the person spoke from with a barely visible frown.

People gradually stopped speaking when they heard this. They saw a yellow-robed monk coming slowly from the crowd. He looked kind-hearted, his robe was clean without any dust, and he acted like a Buddha sitting on a white lotus, with a faint aura of holiness.
Someone in the crowd recognized him and spoke out, "Isn't this Great Master Hui Jue? Why is Great Master Hui Jue here?"

"It really is Great Master Hui Jue! He is the senior monk in the capital. It's Great Master Hui Jue who prophecies miraculous things!"

"What did Great Master Hui Jue mean by 'disaster'?"

Xuan Li and Li An stared at this unexpected visitor. Hui Jue's reputation was now very popular all over the aristocratic families in the capital, especially those families who worshipped the Buddha. They knew that this monk was very capable. However, Xuan Li and Li An were atheists and had no fear of supernatural beings, so they saw Hui Jue as a common swindler.

Hui Jue put his palms together. "Amitabha Buddha, this poor monk made a divination last night. The divination showed the collision of Western Dragon's vital energy, while the Water Dragon raised its head. I'm afraid there will be a big storm. It will be dangerous; the dam may even be at risk of collapsing."

"What?" The woman with the baby in her arms immediately panicked and said, "Is everything Great Master just said true?"

Hui Jue put his palms together and nodded in deferential manner.