It was the eighth year of my marriage to the husband I'd picked up, when a woman came to my home, riding on auspicious clouds.
“Your tribulation of love is over. Will you come back with me?”
Only then did I learn he was a War God of the Celestial Realm, descended to the mortal world to endure a trial and unite with his destined partner.
Our six-year-old son had witnessed the might of the Celestial Realm and hurriedly decided to go with his father.
While they discussed how to persuade me to go to Heaven and become a maidservant,
I was stranded on a mountain road sealed off by heavy snow, carrying the fresh matsutake mushrooms I'd worked so hard to gather.
A hunter's carriage passed nearby. I stopped it and gave him everything in my basket.
“Could you give me a ride to Qilin Cliff?” I begged.
