Mrs. Ye anxiously picked up the bamboo divination stick her son had shaken out, unable to wait as she held it in her hands.
Then, in front of the Prince and the Master, she tenderly read—Prince Zhuang Dreaming of Butterflies
Prince Zhuang fell into a deep sleep and dreamed of becoming a butterfly, lightly flitting into a sea of flowers.
Once the dream dissipated and his soul returned, the warm bed and jade pillow ended up empty.
"Master Pusang, what does this... mean? It's strangely smooth to the tongue," Mrs. Ye, although well-read, had little understanding of such divination matters like Guanyin's divine sign.
Thus, she didn't dare to conjecture Heaven's will recklessly and handed the bamboo stick back to Master Pusang.
Master took the stick, glanced at it...
Looked at the Prince, "Seeking a marital bond, is it?"
The Prince obediently nodded...
"Is there a girl... you like?" Master asked bluntly.
The Prince hesitated for a moment, then nodded, admitting to it.
