The Civet Princess's Quest to Win Back Her Husband

Nan Chen is the Celestial Realm’s foremost general, a match for the God of War. He has won countless victories, is young and talented, and was raised by the Eastern Peak Emperor himself. And Mo Qi? Well? Apart from that one special identity, she’s lazy and slippery, useless at everything, and never leaves a bite behind. That’s pretty much her life in a nutshell. But then... Nan Chen picked her up from among the fallen leaves. She was so soft and fluffy, and holding her didn’t feel bad at all. Mo Qi stared at his flawless, handsome face. Getting free food and lodging wasn’t enough. Hehe, wouldn’t it be even better if she could trick him into becoming her husband? Backlash from a forbidden technique forced him to take the essence and blood from his own spine. He crippled the demon prince and nearly killed the daughter of the master who had once saved him with his own hands. The path to immortality was long, and what did ten thousand years of cultivation matter? It was only when Nan Chen met her that he truly felt alive. Mo Qi waved a hand. “I’m still young. I don’t know what love is. What I felt for you was just a childish joke. Why take it seriously?” Nan Chen: “Why do you like grape juice with your trout?” Mo Qi: “Because grape juice goes best with trout, of course!” Nan Chen, pretending to ponder: “Then what do you think goes best with me?” Mo Qi: “Obviously me! Mo Qi goes with Nan Chen!” Nan Chen raised an eyebrow and stood up, scooping Mo Qi into his arms. Mo Qi: “Hey, hey, what are you doing?” Nan Chen: “Didn’t you just say you wanted to go with me?” Mo Qi, covering her face: “Aaaah! You lecher!”