"Daoist, your fortune was wrong!"
A young nobleman, dressed like a gentleman but behaving like a cur, came up to Shi Ji's fortune-telling stall, with several guards beside him to hold the crowd back.
Shi Ji's fortune-telling stall was more popular among the young than Jiang Ziya's or Yun Zhongzi's, for she was beautiful and possessed an otherworldly grace.
Of course, most who came to seek a divination treated her with the utmost respect. Shi Ji was a true, accomplished cultivator.
But Chaoge was so large that there were bound to be a few fellows who thought themselves above everyone else.
Shi Ji did not grow angry at the young nobleman's words. She merely asked, "What is your question?"
The young nobleman declared arrogantly, "Several months ago, you said pork prices would rise, but now they've fallen."
"Child, return his divination fee." Shi Ji said no more. Taking a divination from several months ago and using it to judge today's affairs-he was plainly looking for trouble.
Caiyun Boy took out a few coins, rose onto his tiptoes, and reached up to hold them out beside the young nobleman's hand.
"Who wants this pittance?" The young nobleman frowned and swept his hand aside roughly, accidentally striking Caiyun Boy. With a cry, Caiyun Boy dropped the copper coins in his hand, sending them rolling across the ground.
"Daoist, I stockpiled a great deal of pork because you said its price would rise. Now that prices have plummeted, do you know how much I've lost?"
The young nobleman pressed her relentlessly. In truth, most of his losses had come from today's horse race. That King Zhou had actually dared to rig the race in broad daylight.
Shi Ji simply remained silent.
He had probably grown so accustomed to a privileged noble life that