The Qingqiu Fox Clan had dwindled over tens of thousands of years, its descendants few and far between, no longer what it once was.
As one of the rare seven-tailed Hidden Foxes of Qingqiu, I was betrothed from childhood to Bai Yanshan, the eldest prince of Qingqiu and a nine-tailed Sacred Fox.
But in the hundred years since Bai Yanshan and I married, I gave birth to only one child, a five-tailed Mystic Fox.
Meanwhile, my younger sister, a four-tailed Yang Fox, gave birth to a seven-tailed Hidden Fox after marrying the second prince.
Bai Yanshan felt he had been outdone and utterly humiliated.
"Confess! Who did you sleep with to give birth to such a lowly bastard?!"
He snatched the Mystic Fox baby from my arms and slammed him hard onto the ground.
Then, taking advantage of my weakness after childbirth, he took my life.
"Su Xiyue died in a difficult labor while giving birth to another man's bastard. She deserved to die!"
When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn on the day I married Bai Yanshan.
Seeing him holding my younger sister's hand, I knew he had been reborn too.
But he seemed to have forgotten: with half the blood of a three-tailed Spirit Fox running through his veins, how could he possibly produce a pure nine-tailed Sacred Fox?
