On the day of his wedding, poor scholar Jiang Lin was publicly jilted by his wealthy fiancée.
The young heiress clung to the city lord’s son and sneered, “A useless nobody like you thinks you’re worthy of marrying me?”
The onlookers laughed, mocking him for a toad who had dreamed of eating swan meat.
Jiang Lin got drunk in a ruined temple, only to see auspicious clouds swirl across the sky as a golden carriage drawn by nine phoenixes came gliding beneath the moon.
The woman inside wore a phoenix crown and bridal robes. She lifted his chin with her jade-white hand. “I am the Dragon Princess of the East Sea. A hundred years ago, your ancestor saved the royal carriage. I have come to grant you a great blessing in return.”
The next day, the Star of Literature shone over the ruined temple, and Jiang Lin ascended in a single step to the supreme heights of the Confucian path.
Those who had once humiliated him no longer even had the right to look up at him.
