You said your spiritual root was weak, so I dug out my own with my bare hands and gave it to you.
You said your bloodline was impure, so every day I carved out my heart and poured all my essence blood into your body, helping you break through the bottleneck in your cultivation.
Later,
You said cultivation was too hard, so you gave it up and spent your days playing around with me. I taught you every cultivation method I knew, hoping only that you could live freely in this world.
I thought that as long as I treated you with sincerity, you would do the same for me.
But then, all of a sudden, you became an immortal lord, while I remained a mere mortal.
You said fate could not be defied.
I smiled, gently stroked your hair, and told you, “I would bear every hardship for you. All I want is for you to be well.”
Yet you suddenly pushed me away and said coldly, “I don’t need your pity. You’re not worthy.”
But that wasn’t enough...
For another woman, you cast me aside like trash and personally turned me into a human pig.
How ridiculous.
Yanhua,
I, Bai Qiqi, clung to life for three years. One day, amid lightning and thunder, a bolt struck the jar that held me. You ran like a madman to the cold, desolate palace. As you stared at the shards scattered across the floor and the mangled flesh, tears of blood streamed from your eyes, filled with pain and regret. Your ink-black hair had turned completely white... They say Immortal Lord Yanhua loved his mortal empress, Bai Qiqi, faithfully until death...
When I woke again, I was Yun Zhi, the useless Seventh Miss of another kingdom.
Reborn, I vowed,
“Yanhua, wait for me... Will you repay me, one by one, for everything you owe me?”
But a little red chick pinned me against the wall:
“Are you still going to run?”
