The princess was ordained by Heaven.

Chapter 237 But he found himself completely alone, with no one in front of or behind him.

You Botao has gone mad.

The nightmares of the past shattered, and he fell into reality, forced to confront his own wretchedness.

He seemed to see himself passing through a void, and on the other side, his lively and clever younger brother reached out to him.

"My most admired person is my older brother!"

"We mustn't disturb my brother's studies; he's sure to become a top scholar and a high-ranking official in the future!"

His childish words were sharp and incisive. He saw the white hair at his parents' temples wrapped around his neck, mouth, and nose. He could neither hear nor speak.

He's been insane for a long time.

His younger brother, who had been mentally challenged for a few years, fell into a pond and drowned. When he was pulled out, his mouth and nose were full of water plants, and the bubbles that the water plants exhaled when they breathed made people mistakenly believe that he was still alive.

But he forgot.

He believed his younger brother was still alive.

By the way, his parents worked too hard and passed away early.

He forgot, so he often still talks about his family.

Being awake did not bring him back to normal. He looked around blankly, only to find that there was no one in front of or behind him.

Pang Yunyi pulled him off the stage: "Hey, you should go back first."

It's no wonder he was rude; after hearing what Zheng Xun said, it was really hard for him to feel any goodwill towards him.

You Botao kept his head down and did not react.

Pang Yunyi repeated it again.

You Botao suddenly looked up, his gaze fixed: "Father, Mother, Little Brother, I want to go home to find them."

Pang Yunyi was unaware that the people he was talking about had already passed away, so he was completely baffled: "Then go find them."

You Botao nodded, drew the knife from his waist, and was about to stab himself in the heart.

Pang Yunyi didn't react when he drew his sword, but if he still couldn't react when the sword was stabbing him, he would be too useless.

"Are you crazy!" Pang Yunyi snatched back the knife and roared.

The knife was taken away, but You Botao acted as if nothing had happened.

Pang Yunyi noticed his unusual behavior and asked curiously, "You Botao? What's wrong?"

You Botao smiled at him: "I'm going back; my family is waiting for me."

He bowed and took his leave as usual, but Pang Yunyi felt that something was not right.

Wu Zongyu sighed softly and sent someone to see You Botao off.

Che Zhong'an: "He's acting a bit strange..."

"They've completely gone mad."

Wu Zongyu shook his head; this was the first time he had felt so fortunate.

I'm glad I didn't offend the princess.

Zheng Xun paid no attention to the aftermath. She glanced indifferently at the silent crowd and asked, "Who's next?"

Anyone who saw You Botao's outcome would be wary, but soon someone would step onto the platform again.

This time, it was Dazhuang who came.

He was forced to come up here by circumstances. After all, he was the one who gathered most of these people, and if he, as the leader, didn't do something, it would seem like he had ulterior motives.

“Dazhuang,” Zheng Xun’s eyebrows curved into a smile, “Should I ask you a question and you answer, or should I explain it myself?”

"Please proceed, Your Highness."

In fact, the two options she gave were exactly the same.

In the end, whether people ask or not, whether she should say it or not, she will say it anyway.

So he chose to lie flat.

"Dazhuang, you have a seven-year-old daughter."

Dazhuang: ...

Although I knew the princess was straightforward, I didn't expect her to be this straightforward.

He smiled wryly and said, "The princess hit the nail on the head right from the start, yes, but she's already gone."

Zheng Xun looked at him and sighed softly, "Do you think your daughter got lost on her own?"

The bitter smile on Da Zhuang's face, like the setting sun at dusk, gradually faded: "What do you mean by that, Princess?"

"You know, your parents have always wanted a grandson because your wife only gave birth to a daughter. They've been unhappy about it for a long time, so while you were out working, they abandoned your daughter on the mountain. But they told you that the child just disappeared on her own."

Da Zhuang's expression was like a painter's messy box, colorful and varied.

His voice drifted: "The princess is truly joking."

"Whether it's a joke or not, you should have had your doubts for a while."

After all, the elderly couple had the guts to abandon their granddaughter, but not the guts to deceive their son. Perhaps they were born with a sense of awe towards men.

When they lied, their guilty conscience was very obvious; otherwise, Dazhuang wouldn't have moved to town with his wife and rarely returned to that home afterward.

Dazhuang remained silent: "I can't just blame my parents because of my doubts. After all, they raised me."

"But you still have to make a choice, don't you?"

Da Zhuang remained silent as the spring breeze blew by, and the green banner beside him gently brushed against his shoulder.

His daughter also liked to lean on his shoulder; she loved stars and anything sparkly.

As a first-time father, he didn't know how to treat her well, so he simply brought back gift after gift in silence.

His daughter, however, worried that he was working too hard, saying that she only liked the stars and didn't like the vulgar bright colors on the ground.

However, Zheng Xun's words shattered all his thoughts and hesitations.

"Dazhuang, your daughter is still alive. Do you want to find her?"

Da Zhuang suddenly stood up, grabbing Zheng Xun's arm with his large hands: "Where is she! Where is she?!"

Lu Mengying's face darkened, and she raised the pole with the green banner hanging on it, ready to swing it at Dazhuang.

Zheng Xun waved to stop her.

Although Dazhuang was excited, he didn't use too much force when he grabbed Zheng Xun's hand.

Zheng Xun said gently, "Don't rush. Go back and take a few more people and some dry food. Head west to Xiahe Village, which is seven days away from here. There is a family named Xiong. It is a father and a son. Your daughter was bought by them to be a child bride. The sooner you go, the less she will suffer."

Dazhuang could no longer care about anything else. He jumped off the stage like a gust of wind, pushed through the crowd, and left.

Now, the audience was in a dilemma.

There are many people like Dazhuang who have something to ask for, but because of You Botao's experience, they are also wary.

But this world is never short of stubborn people.

Especially those stubborn types who claim to have a clear conscience.

The scene was quiet for less than fifteen minutes before another stubborn person went on stage.

This time, a kind-looking old man came up.

"Since no one dares to step forward, then I, the old man, will do it."

Although he was old, he spoke with a strong voice. His words sounded more like a challenge than a fortune teller seeking Zheng Xun's guidance.

The old man seemed to be quite famous, as many people recognized him and praised him highly.

Zheng Xun reached out her hand, and after the other person sat down in front of her, her scrutinizing gaze lingered on him for a moment.

"Xia Qian was a traveling merchant in his youth, who amassed a vast fortune... He was a well-known philanthropist in the surrounding area."

Xia Qian waved his hand and said modestly, "That's an overstatement from the people. I only did a little good deed and don't deserve such praise."

He spoke slowly and gently, with a kind tone, and he had the appearance of a very kind person, just like a benevolent old deity in a temple.