A Clash of Swordsmanship and Beibei's Epiphany

"Ultimately, you have fate but no destiny together. Miss, marriage is about mutual affection and willingness. Nothing comes of forcing it," Jiang Siming said with a shake of his head.

Jiang Siming did not know whether he had made a mistake in his divination. He had actually calculated that the woman before him had some connection to Huo Yuhao. There did not seem to be anything like this in the original work. Had he accidentally changed the plot again?

Wasn't that just nonsense? He already had Wang Dong'er. Who else could he possibly look at? Although the woman before him was fairly pretty, compared with Wang Dong'er, she was worlds apart. Besides, if his own niece got cheated on right in front of him, her uncle, then the next time he saw Tang San, he would probably have to tuck his tail between his legs.

Hearing Jiang Siming say this, the woman's expression suddenly fell silent.

"I hope your calculation is right. Otherwise, I'll definitely come back and tear down your stall!"

After leaving behind that harsh threat, the woman disappeared into the crowd.

Jiang Siming watched her departing figure, and the golden runes inside his sleeves appeared once more.

A mysterious, unfathomable power spread outward, and Jiang Siming's originally ruddy face instantly turned somewhat deathly pale.

"As expected, doing something heaven-defying still brings backlash!"

Jiang Siming felt a sweet, metallic taste surge up his throat and could not help giving a somewhat bitter laugh as he spoke.

Jiang Siming had originally planned to fully activate the runes and calculate the cause and effect from beginning to end.

In the end, not only had he gotten nothing for his trouble, he had even injured himself. He really had tried to steal a chicken only to lose the rice he used