After three years of marriage to Chen Hao, he fell for a rich heiress.
He told me to leave with nothing, and I agreed.
On the day of our divorce, I returned to the home we'd once shared, hoping to light one last longevity incense stick and repay the debt of gratitude I owed him.
But he and his family were standing in the house I'd bought, telling me to get out.
"You crazy woman with all your weird superstitions!"
I was about to explain when two men in black and white suits walked in.
They knelt on one knee before me. "Young Lady, we are late. Please return to the manor."
Chen Hao laughed until tears came to his eyes. "Meng Po, did you hire actors too? How much do they charge per day?"
They didn't notice the murderous rage practically spilling from the eyes of the Black and White Impermanence spirits behind me.
They also had no idea that I, Meng Po, was the future ruler of the Underworld.
And their lifespans were in my hands.
