Uncle, What Sorcery Have You Used?

Zhi Mi shook her head. "Nothing strange has happened. It's just that an annoying rich young master has visited the shop several times, asking me to set up some kind of feng shui array for wealth accumulation or to give him talismans for attracting money."

Nanli, familiar with such people, grew worried since Zhi Mi was still young and might not be able to handle such a situation. "And then?"

"I told him his fate does not favor easy wealth. Without working diligently, money would never find its way into his pocket," Zhi Mi replied. "He got extremely angry, accused me of being incompetent, and tried to wreck the shop. Fortunately, the prince had stationed secret guards nearby. As soon as he caused trouble, the guards intervened."

Nanli sighed in relief.

Zhi Mi continued, "Later, I found out he's the grandson of the Duke of Ming, a notorious gambler who has squandered most of the family fortune."

Nanli raised her eyebrows, feeling a touch of pity.