Zhou Shuren felt that fortune-telling was a bit of a joke. No matter how the Retired Emperor questioned Master Huixin, he would only reply with the four words 'peace and prosperity,' and nothing more. When pressed, Master Huixin would just chant Amitabha.
Even if the Retired Emperor was unwilling, it was no use. He knew the skills of the old monk, as someone had once predicted his fate accurately in the past.
The string of pearls in the Emperor's hand rotated rapidly, indicating his displeasure. He wanted to hear more; people are always greedy.
The Crown Prince looked left and right, finally standing honestly. It would have been better if he ignored the glance he gave Zhou Shuren.
The Retired Emperor looked at the closed-eyed Master Huixin and, after a long silence, sighed, "I've troubled you today. You know what can be said and what cannot be said."
Only then did Master Huixin open his eyes, "Amitabha, this humble monk understands."
