Since Guo Pu came to the capital, Zhao Shen has ventured further down the path of theology. Unaware that Zhao Hanzhang was arranging his future, he muttered after sneezing twice, "Could it be someone cursing me?"
He randomly grabbed a dried twig from the side, broke it into different lengths, and then began to chant while arranging them. After a moment, he couldn't help but exclaim and asked those around him, "I remember it's Xun Fan who is responsible for disaster relief here, right?"
"Yes, this area is under the charge of Grand Tutor Xun."
Zhao Shen furrowed his brows, "This divination indicates trouble, not great at all. How does it show a capable individual of the Great General facing difficulty? That Xun Fan is the Little Emperor's uncle, hardly a key figure for the Great General."
A personal soldier answered, "Could it be referring to the Assistant Minister?"
