The siege continued to the eighth day, with both sides still in a deadlock; the attackers failed to break through, and the defenders were struggling to hold on by force.
That day, Yan Qing woke up early and pulled out three copper coins from his chest, sitting cross-legged on the ground, assuming a fortune-telling posture.
Ling Hua was surprised, "Brother, you know divination?"
"Yes, from the moment I opened my eyes, my eyelids kept twitching. So, I cast a divination."
Ling Hua curiously squatted beside him, "Can I watch?"
"Of course." Yan Qing casually shook the copper coins in his hand, then tossed them lightly. The three copper coins spun continuously before his eyes, spinning for about a dozen counts, then landed on the ground with three "pops."
Yan Qing glanced at them, his pupils shrinking.
Ling Hua didn't quite understand this, but seeing his expression turn serious, she asked tensely, "Brother, is the hexagram unfavorable?"
