The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 230: Suck Their Fortune

Chapter 230: Suck Their Fortune

Nanli sat down, and the female guest said, "Your friend is quite ignorant. You see, this Fourth Lady Fan is very unlucky. When she goes out, not only does she suffer, but even others around her will also suffer. So everyone in the city knows her. They don’t do business with her and keep their distance to avoid catching her bad luck."

Nanli picked up her tea cup, blew on the foam, and curiously asked, "Has she always been like this since childhood?"

"Not really, it started when she reached marriageable age," the female guest replied. Because Fan Yunxi was so famous, the female guest knew a lot about her.

Nanli speculated while stroking the rim of her cup. A person’s fate doesn’t usually change easily, so it was quite suspicious for Fourth Lady Fan to suddenly become so unlucky.

While the two were talking, Xie Beihan got tired of standing and moved a chair to sit down. Nanli, noticing this, advised him kindly, "If I were you, I wouldn’t move around casually right now."

"Huh? I’m just tired of standing, so I’ll sit for a while. What’s wrong with that?" Xie Beihan felt a tremor in his heart.

"There is—" Nanli hadn’t finished speaking when the chair made a cracking sound, and one of its legs broke! Xie Beihan fell to the ground again, his buttocks almost splitting in half. He grabbed his waist, angrily cursing, "This chair is too shoddy!"

The female guest couldn’t help but chuckle, shrugging, "Looks like he’s caught quite a bit of bad luck."

Nanli massaged her temples, feeling that Xie Beihan had indeed had a couple of unlucky years lately. Fortunately, the guards quickly bought back a large bundle of pomelo leaves. Nanli took a bunch of pomelo leaves and slapped Xie Beihan with them, chanting, "Drive away bad luck, bring in good luck, and keep away misfortune..."

Xie Beihan’s mouth twitched. Nanli could see the aura of bad luck and specifically targeted those areas. In no time, all the bad luck was completely cleared away by the pomelo leaves. She collected the pomelo leaves and had the guards dispose of them, saying, "It’s done."

Xie Beihan still asked uncertainly, "Is it really done? Can I move freely now?"

Nanli nodded. She bid farewell to the female guest and didn’t linger in the restaurant. Walking on the street, she casually asked people for directions to the Fan Mansion.

Xie Beihan didn’t understand, "Sister Liu, why are we going to the Fan Mansion? We haven’t heard any news about He Wen."

"I don’t want to waste time waiting around. The Fan family has business to do, so naturally, I want to do business and make money," Nanli said.

Xie Beihan followed her, unable to help but roll his eyes, "You really don’t miss any opportunity, do you?"

"Of course not, especially when it comes to big business," Nanli smiled brightly. "We can earn a lot of money."

Since they were already out, might as well seize the opportunity to make some money. Xie Beihan knew she had spent quite a bit of money on disaster relief this time, so he let her be.

In Ruyang City, there was only one Fan family, renowned far and wide. The former Madam Fan was from the Fan family in Ruyang. With hundreds of families living together, their mansion was magnificent, comparable to the prince’s mansion in the capital.

The gate was wide open. As Nanli approached, a servant respectfully asked, "Miss, please wait. Did you submit an invitation earlier?"

"I didn’t submit an invitation. I have urgent matters to see Old Mr. Fan," Nanli said.

The servant replied, "Our old master has been bedridden and is not receiving guests. Miss, please leave."

Nanli took out a crimson gold token. "Take this token in, and the old master will see me."

Although the servant couldn’t read, seeing the visitor suddenly produce a token made of crimson gold, he guessed that the visitor’s status was not low. He trembled as he took the token and said, "Please wait a moment, Miss."

After the servant went in, a middle-aged man quickly came out of the mansion and bowed to Nanli, "I am Fan Shizhong. I greet the Ninth Princess."

Xie Beihan stepped forward, "Mr. Fan! I am the Noble Prince of Zhenbei, pleased to meet you."

Fan Shizhong glanced at Xie Beihan with an indifferent expression, "So it’s Noble Prince Xie." Then he turned to Nanli, his face full of smiles, "The Ninth Princess, please come in."

Nanli nodded slightly and followed Fan Shizhong into the mansion.

Qing Feng had mentioned Madam Fan from Ruyang before. Old Mr. Fan used to be an official in the Ministry of Rites but retired due to poor health. Fan Shizhong, his eldest son, served as the magistrate of Ruyang and was now the head of the Fan family. The Fourth Lady Fan should be his youngest daughter. Madam Fan, who was killed by Qin Jing, was Old Mr. Fan’s late wife, making her much older than Fan Shizhong.

Fan Shizhong led them directly to the eastern courtyard, where Old Mr. Fan resided. He apologized, "Your Highness, my father should personally thank you for solving my sister’s case and giving her justice. However, my father is bedridden now, so I can only accompany you. Please forgive us."

Nanli didn’t mind, "That’s alright."

Old Mr. Fan’s courtyard was tranquil and elegant, with few maids attending due to the old master’s need for rest.

Approaching the bed, Fan Shizhong helped his father up and whispered, "Father, the Ninth Princess is here."

Old Mr. Fan had been ill for many years, and after learning the truth about his daughter’s death, he appeared spiritless, with sunken cheeks and dim eyes. Although his vision was blurry, he could barely recognize the young woman before him. Despite his weakness, he wanted to pay his respects.

"No need for formalities, Old Mr. Fan," Nanli hurriedly said.

Old Mr. Fan coughed and said, "Your Highness, the Fan family will always remember your kindness..."

He knew his daughter had turned into a vengeful spirit and killed her unfaithful lover, erasing his family’s troubles. But Nanli had spared his grandson and helped him reincarnate. He had hoped to thank her in person once he recovered, but he hadn’t expected Nanli to come to Ruyang.

Old Mr. Fan pinched his son’s hand. Fan Shizhong understood and knelt down, ready to kowtow to Nanli. "I kowtow on behalf of my father!"

Nanli felt helpless and wanted to stop him, but Xie Beihan held her back. "Let him kowtow. Otherwise, they won’t feel at ease."

He had lost his brother and understood their feelings.

Nanli sighed and reluctantly allowed Fan Shizhong to kowtow. After he finished, she said, "Mr. Fan, the feng shui of your mansion isn’t good."

"What?" Fan Shizhong was momentarily taken aback.

"There seems to be lingering resentment and ominous energy around this mansion. Your ancestors must have accumulated immense merits, and your descendants should enjoy good fortune. It shouldn’t be like this," Nanli said.

Just by looking at Fan Shizhong’s facial features, she could tell that he should have continuous good fortune in all aspects. But with his sister murdered, father seriously ill, and daughter experiencing bad luck, it was evident that this mansion was the cause of their misfortune.

This mansion was sucking away their family’s fortune. Without good fortune, bad luck naturally followed.