Ya Ya laughed.
Xuanzhen Old Man once said that her claim to kingship would certainly meet with supernatural sabotage, but is this old woman a demon or an evil spirit?
Ya Ya shook her head: "Not good!"
Although she hated being bound by robes and detested reciting official documents, she hated even more being told what to do by others!
Especially when this old hag showed up uninvited, not the revered scholar she had painstakingly sought.
You weren't invited to restrict me, and you dare to tell me what to do?
The old woman shook her head and sighed, stepping forward: "What is so good about being a king? You will die, your parents will die, your clansmen will die, and the people supporting you will die — mountains crumbling, bodies floating everywhere. Little girl, is this what you really want?"
As she walked, each sentence unfurled a phantom right under Ya Ya's feet, all the visions merging together.
