You Lead Me Through the Nine Marshes

Legend has it that in the East Sea, beneath Yingzhou, there is a divine clan. Every ruler is born with three bones. Anyone who obtains them can mold bones into souls and sustain their obsessions.

When Wan Xi was three hundred, she fell for a handsome man. He once gave her ten miles of glorious springtime and a hundred days of blooming flowers. She always believed that perhaps love was simply this: two pairs of eyes meet, and the heart is stirred.

But she didn’t know that the man had someone else hidden in his heart.

He searched everywhere for medicine, unaware that she alone was the best medicine in the world.

She cut out her own bones to use as an ingredient, to fulfill his wishes and her own. Only later did she suddenly understand that perhaps everything, from beginning to end, had been a scheme.

He broke his heart over the one he loved and forgot his feelings, scattering his three souls and six spirits. For his sake, she scraped away her bones, molded a soul, and forged a new spirit.

After six hundred centuries of entanglement, the day finally came when flowers bloomed across the mortal world. Through layer upon layer of flowers, she gazed at him from afar. The smile at the corner of his mouth was as vibrant as it had been six hundred centuries ago