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The butler sighed, turned and walked out.

The door had just closed.

Fan Wenzhi, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and remembered that he met the fortune-telling dwarf on the street three days ago. The fortune-teller said that he would have a bloody disaster within three days and that Li Yuexian was a disaster star and asked him to stay away from her.

Otherwise, he will regret it.

When Fan Wenzhi thought of this, he felt extremely regretful. If he had listened to the little dwarf at that time, he would still be a man of his own standing now.

Then, like now, there would be the risk of losing everything.

"Someone come, someone come." Fan Wenzhi roared anxiously.

As soon as the steward walked out of the room, he heard the prince's call, and hurried back to ask...

"Your Highness, aren't you resting? Do you have any instructions?"

Fan Wenzhi said anxiously: "Manager, go to the end of the street and pick up the fortune-teller."

Since this little dwarf fortune teller is so powerful, since he predicted that he would have this disaster, he must have a way to help him resolve it.

The butler was confused and didn't know what His Royal Highness the Crown Prince meant.

What little dwarf?

What fortune teller?

What on earth is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince talking about?

Seeing this, Fan Wenzhi tried hard to calm down and told the manager the whole story.

The manager suddenly realized what was going on and sent someone to the end of the street, where he found a fortune-telling dwarf with white hair and beard.

He waved his hand and shouted, "Come, take him away."

"Yes." Several guards rushed forward like wolves and tigers, picked up the little dwarf roughly and left.

The little dwarf kicked his feet in the air and yelled, "What are you doing? What are you doing? I haven't broken any law. Why are you arresting me?"

The butler frowned and said unhappily, "Young sir, don't be afraid. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince invites you to come over."

In his eyes, fortune tellers were just charlatans. Now that he was favored by the prince, it was a great blessing and he should be grateful instead of making a fuss.

The little dwarf opened his voice and cursed...

"You bastard, how can you invite people like this? Do you think I'm a fool? Ask the people in the capital, is this an invitation? It's clearly a trap."

It was the morning market at this time, and the streets were bustling with people. Upon hearing what was said, everyone stopped to watch.

Seeing that more and more people were watching, the steward was worried about affecting the prince's reputation, so he had to signal a few guards to put the little dwarf down first, and then said to him...

"Young sir, do you remember that you told the prince's fortune three days ago?"

The little dwarf was finally free. He straightened his clothes, put his hands behind his back, nodded, and said, "It is true."

"How is it? I said that the prince would meet with a bloody disaster within three days. Was I right?"

The onlookers were amazed when they heard this. They had seen this little dwarf setting up a stall at the market entrance these days. At first, everyone laughed at him because of his strange appearance. They didn't expect that he was a fortune teller who could predict the future.

Sure enough, people cannot be judged by their appearance.

The steward secretly glanced at the people watching around him, nodded honestly, and said, "Yes, so Your Highness, please go to the Prince's Mansion."

The little dwarf sat down on the chair, crossed his legs, and said arrogantly: "My calculations are correct. I don't owe His Royal Highness the Crown Prince a head. Why did he invite me over?"

The butler said: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince values ​​talent and knows that you are capable, so he specially invited you to the Crown Prince's residence to have a gathering and drink together."

Even a three-year-old wouldn't believe such words.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had just had his penis cut off by Li Yuexian, how could he be in the mood to drink?

The butler's lies were too low-level.

The dwarf was not stupid, of course he understood this, and refused, "No need, I am an ordinary citizen, I work hard every day to make a living, if I don't work for a day I will starve to death, how can I have the time to chat with the prince."