I Was Forced to Marry a Weasel Spirit

The year the Ming Dynasty fell, a yellow weasel spirit came to our village.

It took over the Lanruo Temple on the mountain opposite and demanded that we offer it a new bride every year.

This year, I was chosen.

When the bridal sedan was carried to the temple gates, I secretly lifted my veil--

A handsome young man in wedding robes sat on the offering table, but beneath his veil was a furry, pointed snout.

He grinned. "My bride, your fate is yin to the core, perfect for helping me cultivate."

I tremblingly reached for the scissors in my sleeve, but then he continued:

"But why do you smell like my enemy, the Lanruo Fox Immortal?"