Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

m indeed troubled by one matter, and I have no idea how to resolve it.”

The old woman said kindly, “Fate brought us together today, so if it’s comfortable for you, you can go ahead and tell me your problems.
Maybe I can help you.”

The old woman’s voice was far from pleasant, but at this moment, it sounded to Wanyan Luosang like her salvation from drowning.

After ordering her attendants to wait outside the door, she finally revealed all her concerns to the old woman.

“… The person I like is already married to a beautiful woman.
I know I should forget about him, but he’s the best man I’ve ever met.
Unfortunately, he loves his wife deeply and refuses to give anyone else a chance.”

The old woman cast her eyes downward and listened to her quietly, but there was an unnoticeable menacing glint in her eye.

A long moment after Wanyan Luosang had finished pouring her heart out, she finally raised her head and looked at her sympathetically.

“Poor, naive girl…”

Wanyan Luosang stared at her helplessly.
“Please give me advice, Granny.
What should I do?”

“Can you forget that person?” The old woman sighed, her tone woeful.

Wanyan Luosang shook her head, her expression miserable.
“I tried, but I can’t.”

The old woman began to speak slowly, “From your facial features, I can tell that you were born to enjoy great blessing and fortune from the Heavens.
In fact, you can relax.
When the time comes, luck shall favor you.
On the other hand, that man’s wife has poor luck and may not be able to receive his favor anymore.
Besides, she has enjoyed too much fortune, which is causing her luck to drift away from her little by little.
The only thing you lack, young lady, is an opening.”

Wanyan Luosang was stupefied.

Did the old woman mean that Lu Liangwei was going to die soon because she had used up her luck?

If Lu Liangwei died…

Her heart raced.

Even after the old woman was gone, Wanyan Luosang was still unable to collect herself.
When her maidservant walked in and saw her sitting there in a daze, she could not help but worry.
“Your Highness?”

Coming to her senses, Wanyan Luosang gripped the perfume satchel in her hands and replied, “I’m fine.
Let’s go back.”

The maidservant followed her, and suddenly remembering something, said, “Your Highness, I find that old woman rather odd.
I saw that her right sleeve was empty as if she didn’t have a right arm.”