A Joyous Ghost Marriage: The Netherworld King Husband Falls for Me

My mother was destined to have no children. Grandpa carried a stone stele carved with dragons and phoenixes down from the mountains and set it in our family graveyard. That same year, my mother gave birth to me.

Ever since I was little, Grandpa has said I was a child he had begged for against the will of Heaven. If I wanted to stay alive, every year on the fifteenth day of the seventh month I had to be with that overbearing spirit guest...