[1] Transmigrated Into a World of Villains

"Sis, I think the Princess Han is unreasonable and domineering, and the little princess seems so deep and thoughtful. Neither of them looks like they have great fortune. Why does the old abbot want to see the little princess so badly?" Yun Ting whispered to Yun Ci among the crowd.

After dealing with Feng Xuetang's affairs, the sisters Yun Ting and Yun Ci had come to Huguo Temple to offer incense.

They hadn't expected to witness the earlier scene.

Yun Ting pouted. "As for fortune, I still think the tenth princess..."

Yun Ci shook her head, and Yun Ting immediately understood. She thought to herself that if there was a little lucky star, it must be the little princess, not the young princess.

Yun Ci said, "Let's just see what happens."

Di Hongluan followed the senior brother and the young novice into the main hall. The old abbot, now rejuvenated, seemed as if he had been given a mission, and would not rest until it was accomplished.

"Master." The senior brother brought her in.

The old abbot opened his eyes, meticulously holding 108 prayer beads in his hands. He looked up at Di Hongluan, frowning.

"Master, this is the person you were looking for."

Di Hongluan smiled slightly, unafraid, as she knew what the old abbot would ask next.

As expected, the old abbot asked, "May I know the birth date of this young benefactor?"

"February 2nd, exactly at the hour of the horse."

"Strange, truly strange..." The old abbot murmured to himself, unable to understand.

"Master, isn't this young lady the one you were looking for?" the young novice asked, puzzled.

"The birth date is correct, but the face doesn't seem right," the old abbot was baffled. He felt that this face did not match the birth date.

What kind of face should match this birth date, the old abbot did not know.

But one thing was certain—it could not be the young lady in front of him.

The feeling was wrong, as if something was off.

The old abbot was in great distress. "It's not her, not her. It's wrong, definitely wrong."

"Master, what's wrong?" the young novice asked anxiously.

"Go, go, let her out. It's not her, definitely not her." The old abbot clutched his head, feeling as if heaven was mocking his confusion.

Seeing the situation, the senior brother said, "Young benefactor, let's step outside first."

Outside, Di Hongluan was dismayed. She had hoped to have a few polite exchanges with the old abbot, but instead, after just one sentence, she was chased out.

What is this about not being the right person? Had the old abbot become muddled after waking up from his illness?

Everyone in the capital knew she was a person of great fortune.

On the day she was born, there were strange phenomena, and every year on her birthday, there were signs.

This year was the exception, possibly because she was not in the capital.

"Master, what was the old abbot mumbling about?"

The senior brother frowned. The young benefactor spoke with such intensity, "I don't know."