Meng Po Qingyi had recently been having trouble in bed with my husband, the King of the Underworld, so she mixed up the ingredients in the reincarnation soup, causing chaos among the souls waiting to be reborn and bringing down ninety-nine bolts of heavenly lightning.
My husband brought over our newborn daughter and threatened me into taking the punishment for her.
"Qingyi is only a wisp of a soul. She can't withstand the lightning."
"But you're different. Aren't you always claiming to be Heaven's own daughter? Take her punishment, and I'll spare Xiaoman."
I looked at the tiny girl, her face flushed red, and felt my heart stop in terror.
"Mingxiu! She's your daughter too."
My seven-year-old son came over and gave Xiaoman a cold glance. "If you take the punishment for Aunt Qingyi, Mother, I might agree to accept her as my sister."
I couldn't believe this was the child I'd nearly died giving birth to.
As I despaired, my husband ran out of patience. He took away the last breath of air, and Xiaoman's face turned an even deeper shade of purple.
"I'll do it! I'll do it. Let Xiaoman go."
After enduring all ninety-nine bolts of heavenly lightning, my divine bones were shattered, but other memories surfaced in my mind.
Using the last of my spiritual power, I sent a message to the Upper Realm and told my husband, "I want a divorce."
