Dong Xiyun could understand these words.
None of them were pleasant to hear, especially the last two sentences, which were hell and mountain. This witch meant that she would die, right?
Did she predict that she would die, or did she want her to die?!
Not only did Dong Xiyun not believe it, she even laughed mockingly.
"Master, did you mistake me and my sister? She's the one who died, and I am the one who lives. I am unlucky now, but who will be unlucky all their lives? Everything will be fine!" Dong Xiyun was out of her mind.
It was impossible for her to marry an ordinary person for the rest of her life.
She would definitely live well, and in the future, she would live even more gloriously than anyone else!
Was she not just an imperial consort?! Even if one was now an imperial consort, in the future, she would only be a princess. There were princes everywhere in the capital, she could still be a princess!
