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My Wife is a Psychic

Jiang Xi, the warden of a mental asylum, transmigrated one day and became a girl from a farming village who had three engagements annulled and hanged herself three times. Jiang Xi: That's ridiculous!Jiang Xi was a psychic who could make predictions come true just by talking. If she claimed that someone's house would collapse, it would collapse the next day, even if it was structurally sound. In her previous life, her predictions were a little too real for her family. They were spooked by her abilities and left her at that asylum. She was unconcerned and adapted to life there like a duck to water. Though she managed to get promoted to warden after much difficulty, she suddenly transmigrated, and everything was suddenly the way it was before. She studied her leaking house and sighed to herself. Whatever. She would live life one day at a time, then.When her mother clumsily ruined the family's crops, Jiang Xi assured her: They would be fine tomorrow.Her mother wiped her tears and woke up the following day to check on the crops... only to find that the ruined sprouts were budding! During the dry season, Jiang Xi's father stared dolefully at the crops that looked like they were going to wither and die. Jiang Xi simply pursed her lips and said: There will be a downpour soon.Jiang Xi's father doubted her words. But three days later, a downpour came, and he looked just like a happy child.Everyone in the village began to call Jiang Xi a lucky star, and the village head was willing to yield his position to her so that she would lead the village to riches. Bachelors proposed to her and came to her house with generous gifts even though they used to scorn her, but a tanned, muscular man with rough facial features stood in their way before they could reach the Jiangs' house.Zhao Xiping pointed at Jiang Xi and declared loudly: My wife! Mine!

Mountain Spring · General
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370 Chs

The Shaking Gravestone

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Although Jiang Xi did not have the ambition to meddle in all the injustice in the world and kill all the disloyal people in the world, she was clear-minded and respected life.

"I really don't like the empress." Jiang Xi said with a sullen face as she hugged Zhao Ruifeng's thin waist. In other words, she had never liked the empress since the first time she saw her.

Zhao Ruifeng chuckled. "What a coincidence, me too." 

The heavy rain was still pouring. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and the leaves rustled in the wind.

Fang Yu was still unmarried, so she could not be buried in the ancestral grave. Master Fang loved his daughter and felt that he owed her, so he found a very remote place with good feng shui to bury her. He wanted her to be undisturbed after she died and have a better life in the next life. However, this place increased the difficulty of the rescue.