Waking up from a deep sleep, the grandmaster of the mystic arts, Lydia Carson, found herself transmigrated into the body of a pitiful young heiress from the wealthy Carson family—kicked out and drowning in debt. To pay off her debts, she started a fortune-telling livestream.
"Streamer, I've been haunted by a sinister peach blossom—there's a female ghost cleaning my room every day and won't even let me order takeout!"
Lydia Carson's lips twitched. "Kid, don't overthink it. That's your mom."
"Streamer, can you tell me if my idol brother is destined for a bright and glorious future?"
Lydia smiled faintly. "Your idol brother is into shady casting couches, tax evasion, and indulges in every vice under the sun. He's headed for jail soon—better drop him as a fan."
"Streamer, a certain tycoon built a whole tower in his late wife's name to honor her. So touching!"
Lydia rolled her eyes. "Oh, his wife died wronged. That tower? He built it to suppress her spirit."
One day, her scumbag father—whose company had gone bankrupt—showed up with her stepmother and stepsister, the latter now crippled and disfigured, begging her to save them.
Lydia grinned magnanimously. "Let me predict for you—live on stream—exactly when you'll all kick the bucket."
