My Lady Always Lacks Ambition-Chapter 54 - 56 Resolute and Incisive Judgment

Chapter 54: Chapter 56: Resolute and Incisive Judgment!

Chapter 54 -56: Resolute and Incisive Judgment!

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Common sayings claim it’s better to believe in something than nothing at all. Faced with Qin Liuxi’s direct and decisive judgment, Qi Qian agreed with her.

After all, she had already approved of the events that had happened to Ying Nan.

Huo Lang immediately ordered his men to find a place that could shelter them from the wind and rain, but surrounded by mountains on all sides, where to look?

“Let’s head west,” Qin Liuxi faced the west direction.

Huo Lang instinctively glanced at his master, and after seeing a nod, led his people to scout ahead. Very soon, someone was sent back to report that not far from the narrow path, there was a small dilapidated temple, which now served as a temporary rest stop for hunters.

Qi Qian looked at Qin Liuxi intensely.

Ying Nan grew even more nervous – damn it, she was right again.

The group immediately rushed to the broken temple and upon entering, the sky was still clear, which led them to wondering, will it really rain? Were they just spouting nonsense?

Huo Lang had already had his men tidy up the messy temple, clearing out a clean space to lay down blankets, and they had also gathered dry branches and twigs from the forest outside to have on hand.

Seeing this, Qin Liuxi commented to Qi Qian: “You have a good guard here, thinking ten steps ahead and sharp-witted, loyal and dedicated. He’ll be of great use.”

Caught off-guard by the praise, Huo Lang was overjoyed and replied with cupped hands, “Doctor Qin is joking.”

Chen Pi said proudly, “My lord has never misjudged anyone. If she says you’ll be of great use, then you undoubtedly will be.”

Huo Lang’s smile grew even wider, and he pulled out a piece of malt sugar from his sleeve, offering it to Chen Pi, “Then I must thank your lord for the high praise.”

Ying Nan, who was observing from the side, felt a sting of sadness – no one had acknowledged his worth, only his misfortune.

A guard walked in, his arms filled with jujubes, and said to Qi Qian: “There’s a jujube tree behind this broken temple that seems rather old, still hanging with a few jujubes. Your subordinate has picked some.”

Qin Liuxi’s eyes lit up, she stood up immediately – she had foretold that this journey would bring an unexpected joy, could it be right here?

“Where is this jujube tree?”

“Right behind us, look, that’s it,” the guard casually pointed out.

Qin Liuxi and Chen Pi looked over to see through a large broken window to the northwest of the temple, a jujube tree with a trunk as thick as the mouth of a bowl – it must have been several decades old.

Qi Qian, noticing Qin Liuxi’s interest, asked, “Doctor Qin, is there something unusual about this jujube tree?”

“Oh, it’s just a jujube tree, what could possibly be unusual about it? Go ahead, taste it, see if the jujubes are sweet,” Qin Liuxi said with a smile.

Qi Qian kept his composure, but he felt as though the other party was on guard against him.

“The sky’s gotten dark,” exclaimed a guard named Da Yong stationed at the doorway.

As soon as his voice fell, a gust of wind started blowing through the forest, the sky gradually obscured by dark clouds, filtering out any speck of light.

In less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, a thunderous boom roared, followed closely by raindrops the size of beans, falling fast and furiously.

Everyone looked towards Qin Liuxi, who was still leisurely sipping tea and eating pastries, eyes revealing reverence.

She was right again.

Ying Nan swallowed nervously; no worries, he didn’t shed any blood, it still didn’t count as accurate.

“Master, let me check how heavy the rain is.” He stood up and walked toward the doorway. But after only three steps, he suddenly felt a sharp pain on his forehead and his vision blurred.

Clatter.

A roof tile had fallen down.

Ying Nan touched his forehead, his fingers met with bright red blood – not a lot, but still, it was blood.

A darkened Yintang and a blood omen, an ironclad prophecy!

Everyone: “!”

Wondering how much silver it would take to have such a master calculate their fate?

Under everyone’s awed stares, Qin Liuxi squinted her eyes with a smile, her demeanor exuding an aura of hidden achievements and renown.