Yang Dong's thoughts are actually not difficult to understand.
Since there is no cure, just like a diabetic, inject insulin on time.
Calculating this way, Ji Siyu can live as much as possible like a normal person.
However, his idea once again received a big eye roll from the old Taoist priest.
"Boy, do you think Pindao's Heaven-Shielding Pill was blown by the strong wind? Let me tell you, the process of refining this thing is extremely complicated."
"Can't I add more money?"
Yang Dong put on the posture of a rich man and pointed to the Qunfang corridor not far away:
"As long as you help me refine the Heaven-Zealing Pill, I will give you 30% of the share of this group of Fanglou, so what!"
"Tch, who do you think Pindao is?"
The old Taoist priest curled his lips in disdain. Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.
"Wait a minute, what did you just say? Qunfang Tower's share. Boy, don't make fun of Pindao. Are you serious about this?"
"Can this be false?"
Yang Dong had a serious face, with a bit of determination in his eyes.
"To be honest, I am the boss behind Qunfang Tower. As long as you are willing to refine the Heaven-Zealing Pill for me, from now on, you can also become the boss of Qunfang Tower."
Having said this, he turned his attention to the old Taoist priest.
Qunfang Tower is a money-making machine, and a 30% share is an astronomical figure.
But the reason why Yang Dong made this decision also had his own considerations.
He actually had no idea whether the Heaven-Zealing Pill would work. But if the old Taoist priest was tied to his chariot, then he would have to try his best to solve the problem for himself.
By then, Ji Siyu's fate will no longer be a problem.
Taking only 30% of Qunfang Building's share, Ji Siyu could have a normal life. Yang Dong felt that this operation was not a loss.
At this moment, Yang Dong saw an extremely complicated expression on the old Taoist priest's face.
What he didn't expect was that the old Taoist priest just remained silent for a while, then gritted his teeth and shook his head in pain.
"Boy, I can see that Princess Qingyang is extremely important in your heart."
"It's just...only the first seven of these sky-shielding pills are effective."
At this point, he sighed deeply. At this moment, the luster in the old Taoist priest's eyes disappeared.
I don't know if he is depressed about losing 30% of Qunfang Tower's share, or because of Princess Qingyang's fate.
Anyway, he sighed deeply and shook his head with a wry smile.
"Is there really no possibility of changing Princess Qingyang's destiny?"
Yang Dong still asked without giving up.
"Actually...Pindao has another way."
After the old Taoist priest pondered for a moment, he slowly said:
"Did you know that if Princess Qingyang hadn't been born into the royal family, she wouldn't have lived to be three years old?"
"As a royal family, the Ji family used their overwhelming luck to temporarily suppress Princess Qingyang's fate. That's why she was able to grow up to the age of eighteen safely in the palace."
"But... this kind of suppression is not permanent. Today, the national destiny of the Great Zhou Dynasty is far behind what it was back then. The recent blatant rebellion of the chief minister has dealt an extremely heavy blow to the national destiny of the Great Zhou Dynasty."
"Since then, the luck of the Ji family may no longer be able to suppress Princess Qingyang's destiny."
Hearing this, Yang Dong frowned immediately.
He originally thought that as long as Ji Siyu was sent back to the palace, she would be unaffected by her fate.
But now it seems that even if she is sent back immediately, she still cannot escape this fate.
Thinking of this, he felt despair in his heart.
What a good girl, but she has such a fate. What treacherous thing did she do in her previous life?
Seeing Yang Dong's serious expression, the old Taoist priest took the initiative to stretch out his palm and patted his shoulder.
"Sigh... some things cannot be done by humans. It is not easy for you to have such a heart. Young man, there is still a long way to go, you have to be more open-minded!"
"But Heavenly Master, there is another way, have you ignored it?"
Yang Dong suddenly raised his head and stared at the old Taoist priest with some expectation.
"Do you think... is it possible that as long as the luck is strong enough, Princess Qingyang's fate can be suppressed?"
"You kid, I can't tell you are an infatuated person."
The old Taoist priest glanced at Yang Dong with a half-smile, then slowly said:
"Theoretically, as long as your luck is strong enough, you can use your luck to protect Princess Qingyang."
"But boy, have you ever thought about a question?"
"How many people in this world have more luck than the Zhou royal family?"
Having said this, the old Taoist priest patted Yang Dong's shoulder again and said:
"I would like to advise you, Princess Qingyang's current situation is that it is best to return to the palace. This way, the effect of her destiny can be delayed."
"If Da Zhou's national strength can gradually recover, her situation may get better."
"I see."
Yang Dong nodded slightly, but there was a bit more determination in his eyes.
He cupped his hands towards the old Taoist priest and said seriously:
"Thank you Heavenly Master for pointing out a clear path for me. I will arrange for someone to deliver the documents to you for the 30% share of Qunfang Tower."
"I still have something to do, so I won't bother you anymore."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
The old Taoist priest stared at his back, but the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
"Boy, you must remember, don't use this Heaven-Shielding Pill if you don't need it. If one day, Princess Qingyang has no luck to protect her, these seven Heaven-Shielding Pills will be her last hope."
…
Beijing, outer city,
In a seemingly ordinary house,
Yang Dong handed the wooden box to Ji Siyu, but his face was full of guilt.
"...I'm sorry, I didn't find a way to solve your fate..."
Ji Siyu smiled nonchalantly. Seeing that Yang Dong was not in a high mood, she took the initiative to step forward and patted his back gently.
"Actually...you don't have to feel so guilty."
"My father tried his best to solve my problem, but he couldn't solve it. Now that you can find the Heaven-Zealing Pill, it's already very powerful."
"I understand what you just said. If possible, could you please take me back to the palace now?"
She said, smiling sweetly again.
However, this smile looked so helpless in Yang Dong's eyes.
Ji Siyu is like a grass in a storm. She has no right to choose her own destiny. She can only try her best to dig her roots deeper and deeper...
Yang Dong took a deep look at Ji Siyu and handed the Heaven-Shielding Pill to her hand.
"Give me a moment and I'll bring the big week back to life."
"Please believe me, Siyu."
