Meng Po pursued me relentlessly for two hundred years. I was finally moved and agreed to cultivate as a ghost alongside her.
Just as I was about to ask Lady Houtu to arrange our marriage, I accidentally caught her fooling around with Cang Yi beneath the Naihe Bridge.
"You really plan to marry a young master of the Houtu family?"
Meng Po panted heavily, entwined with Cang Yi, but when she mentioned me, her gaze turned ice-cold.
"You want to marry me? Maybe in your next life. If he hadn't gotten you banished to the Demon Cavern, would I have gotten close to him?"
"Besides, his bloodline is noble. If I cultivate with him as a ghost, I'm sure to bear powerful offspring. Once they're born, I'll give them to you as a tonic. Still worried your cultivation won't be strong enough?"
I gave a bitter, self-mocking smile and flew to my mother's residence.
"Mother, I agree to marry the daughter of the demon clan and ease tensions between our two peoples."
On the wedding day, Houtu led the way, with a procession of ghosts following.
The wedding procession passed the Naihe Bridge, only to run into Meng Po and Cang Yi's bridal sedan.
Meng Po sat in her sedan, her voice full of flattery:
"My lady, whose happy occasion is this?"
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