At this moment, the National Master was no longer counting on his fingers; instead, he had switched to divining by casting copper coins.
He couldn't shake off a feeling of unrest today, unsure if it signified impending misfortune for Great Han, or for himself!
He reached up to rub his right eyelid, which was twitching nonstop.
Feeling agitated, he cast down three copper coins. The resulting hexagram was peculiar—death followed by life!
Whose fate does this represent?
At this, the National Master finally relaxed. Judging from the hexagram, it seemed Great Han was not in peril.
As long as Great Han was safe, then in his view, everything was fine.
But why wouldn't his eyelid stop twitching?
As the National Master was mulling this over, someone knocked on his door.
He gathered the copper coins and sat up straight. "Come in!"
Magistrate Wu stumbled into the room, trembling, and immediately knelt before the National Master. "Venerable National Master! National Master, save me!"
