Struck by lightning for her careless words, the State Preceptor transmigrates two thousand years into the future. Destitute, Shen Zhiyao turns to fortune-telling livestreams to survive. Her readings are startlingly accurate and wickedly humorous: A desperate netizen discovers her misfortunes stem from her son's Curse Technique. Another finds her missing clothes courtesy of her father streaking through the underworld. A roommate's uninvited morning visitor? Her companion is lovesick and dreaming. Even a so-called Child of Destiny learns harsh truths: his crippled legs are karmic retribution for desecrating a grave. As her supernatural insights go viral across the entertainment industry, former adversaries who once sabotaged her now kneel before her, desperately pleading: "Grand Ancestress, I'm begging you—tell my fortune!" Shen Zhiyao's response is enigmatic: "That depends entirely on my mood."