One day, the sixteen-year-old third legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Ning's household went out to catch ghosts and ran into a talking black cat along the way.
The black cat transformed into a graceful young man.
Sometimes he was an irresponsible playboy; other times, he was a ruthless, disabled prince.
His mother was the leader of the ghost clan, who moved between the underworld and the mortal realm. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
His mother decreed that if the third daughter of the marquis's household wanted to join the ghost clan, she had to cross the floating bridge.
To do so, she would have to capture a hundred of the most wicked ghosts in the mortal realm.
From then on, every day, Ning Zhixia carried a whip in her left hand and a blade in her right. The moment she opened her eyes, she'd tell her husband, “Your Highness, let's go catch ghosts!”
I'm so confused, I can't even understand