Prince Huai nearly laughed himself silly. "Goddess, moonlight-does that mean the Marchioness of Zhennan? Even her name matches."
"Ah..." Jiang Shuyue hurriedly shook her head. "No, no, I think it means Miss Lan. It has nothing to do with me."
Jiang Shuyue ranted furiously inwardly: It had intimate contact with Chen Yongwang! Anyone who touches it ends up unlucky! I don't want anything to do with them!
Huahua: Exactly! That donkey is just following the words written in pomegranate juice on the paper. If the trick gets exposed, we'll get dragged down too. Keep us out of it!
Prince Zhong smiled. "A donkey that can write is certainly rare, but doing it once doesn't prove anything."
Lan Ruoyue had long anticipated someone saying this, so she had prepared in advance.
She took out another sheet of paper and spread it out. "Will Great Zhou suffer any disasters within the next three months?"
Jiang Shuyue inwardly cursed her shamelessness: She's read the novel. She knows there'll be heavy rain in two months that washes away the Southern Continent's embankments. How shameless!
The emperor felt utterly exhausted.
One god of plague had just returned, two walking viruses had arrived, and before long, the embankments would burst too.
This year was really bleeding him dry!
Prince Zhong cleared his throat twice. "Wait. That question is far too mysterious. Since this donkey can divine the future, why don't we try this instead?"
He took out a pearl, weaving his hands back and forth at incredible speed.
Jiang Shuyue stared at his hands, yet she couldn't even catch their afterimages.
"That's amazing! It's like a magic trick."
Zhou Yunshen gave a soft snort and leaned close to whisper in her ear. "If you like it, your husband can perform it for you when we get