A Gift to My Wife (Mythic Romance, Short Story 12)

"Hand over Geng Chen, and you'll be spared!" The Heavenly Emperor's envoy led a vast army of heavenly soldiers and generals, surrounding the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace until not even a drop could escape. Ao Guang stood atop Kunlun, his gaze icy. "If you want to touch her, you'll have to step over my dead body." The world was on the brink of war, swords drawn and tension crackling in the air. Inside the bustling Fusheng Pavilion on Penglai Island, curtains made of mermaid silk fluttered gently in the breeze, dreamlike and ethereal, like a painting in motion. Behind the mermaid-silk curtains in a corner, Geng Chen lazily swished her silver-blue tail. In her mermaid form, she was light and graceful, like a sea...