Shen Miao suddenly stopped in her tracks and frowned at the Daoist priest. "What did you say?"
The Daoist priest turned his head away smugly and started to hum a tune.
Jingzhe said, "Miss, don't take what he said to heart. Maybe he's just a swindler spouting nonsense."
Shen Miao looked ahead. Luo Xueyan and Luo Tan had already entered, and behind her, a few guards stopped there to wait for her to continue. She thought for a moment and sat down on the small wooden stool in front of the Daoist. "I want fortune-telling."
"My fortune-telling is very expensive."
Before he could finish speaking, Shen Miao took out a golden peanut from her bag. The pouch that Mrs. Su gave her previously was filled with golden peanuts.
