They abandoned me, the bringer of misfortune, in the imperial mausoleum, leaving me to keep company with the dead. They thought I would rot away in despair.
But they didn't know that this sprawling imperial mausoleum, with its countless tombs, was all my personal space!
Other people's spaces grow spirit herbs and immortal plants. What does my mausoleum space grow?
It nurtures peerless vengeful spirits, gives rise to yin-aligned divine plants, and turns the dead and their bones into my strongest trump cards!
That high-and-mighty, scheming prince said when we first met, his eyes full of calculation, “The yin energy in your body can cure my deadly poison.”
Later, with reddened eyes, he held me tight in his arms and rasped, “Jiyue, I'll give you the world. Just leave me... a way to live.”
