Yang Peili's brow furrowed. "Didn't you say back then that it was the monk who offered to predict North River's fortune?"
"I…" Yang Anshi didn't dare to respond.
"Go on."
"After that old monk took the flatbread, he saw me… saw me scolding my daughter-in-law, and instead of leaving, he said to repay the kindness of the flatbread, he could reveal a bit of heavenly fate…"
"Heh…" Yang Peili let out two cold chuckles. Scolding? More like spitting the nastiest insults you could muster, wasn't it? But now wasn't the time to dwell on that. He took a drag from his pipe, letting out a click of his tongue. "What heavenly fate?"
"He said that the Yang Family will produce a distinguished person, someone with an extremely noble destiny who could bring monumental fortune to the Yang Family…"
"Did he say it was Baihe?"
