Ling Qinghan is the Immortal Sovereign revered by the Three Realms. With a wave of her hand, she shatters stars; with a turn of her palm, she determines the cycle of reincarnation. A million soldiers in the Immortal Court obey her every command, and the mighty figures of the Nine Domains bow before her, until she retrieves from the cycle of reincarnation a young man whose soul has only just begun to heal.
When Shen Yan first meets her, he can only stare at the tips of his shoes and tremble. The Immortal Sovereign, rumored to destroy immortals with a wave of her hand, personally offers him a bowl of plain rice porridge. The Hall of Soaring Clouds becomes his place to practice calligraphy, and even the crooked poems he writes are carved into a ten-thousand-year-old jade wall and recited throughout the Immortal Court.
“System mission: Play a tune for the Immortal Sovereign.” His hands shake like autumn leaves as he holds his zither. His out-of-tune melody startles the immortal birds, but Ling Qinghan smiles and leans against her couch. “Play it again.”
He doesn’t know that the woman who treasures and protects him has already waited three thousand years. She’s waited for him to piece himself together from his shattered soul, waited for him to remember the battle that once burned through the Nine Heavens. Back then, he wielded his sword to protect her and perished alongside the Heavenly Dao.
“Literary talent that can shake the Immortal King realm.” When evil spirits covet her power, Shen Yan writes the “Rhapsody on Vanquishing Evil.” His brushstrokes turn into golden light and destroy ten thousand demons. Then he turns and shields her behind him. “Let me protect you this time.”
Ling Qinghan runs her fingers over the scrolls filled with poems bearing her name, the corners of her eyes crinkling with a smile. “My Shen Yan, whether he was a battle lord in his past life or a scholar in this one, has always known how to spoil me.”
The Immortal Sovereign’s sword protects the Three Realms, while the Literary Sage’s brush fills with words about her. This is the story of an invincible Dao Lord who pampers her reincarnated husband beyond measure, while he uses poetry, calligraphy, painting, and music to bring her back to the human world.
Through three lifetimes of reincarnation and billions of years on the Dao, what she finds again is more than just his soul. She finds every day and night they can share anew.
"Purple petals hide the message of spring, and green stems hold the soul of the moon. The fragrance is not diminished by the wind, waiting for those who cherish the flowers. " Can readers who like it copy the poem in the article and put it in the comment area? New book thanks everyone for your support
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