In the fifth year when I signed up to become a god in the cold palace, my ex-fiancée, Qin Shuangyue, who had torn up the marriage contract with her own hands and called me a useless idiot, knelt outside my palace gate covered in blood.
She was once the daughter of a general and the most arrogant person in the capital. On the day she broke off her engagement, she said in front of the civil and military officials of the court: "If I, Qin Shuangyue, want to marry, I will marry a peerless hero, not a disgrace to the royal family like you."
I was sent to the cold palace, but she was so glorious that she joined the sect and became a chivalrous woman praised by everyone in the world.
But now, her family has been wronged, and her father has been falsely accused of treason and thrown into prison.
Her proud sect stood idly by and her former suitors shunned her.
She knelt in the snow, crying and begging me, a "fool", to save her father.
She didn't know that it was me who sent her father to prison; it was me who planned and brought down her family's power behind the scenes.
She didn't even know that the mysterious white-robed general who single-handedly defeated the barbarians on the battlefield not long ago, saved her life, and made her think about it day and night, worshiping him as a god, was just a summoning card I got by signing in at the Ancestral Temple yesterday.
She looked at me, her eyes changing from despair, to shock, to a hint of... Regret?
I wiped the saliva from the corner of my mouth and gave her a silly smile.
To save or not to save? It depends on my mood when I sign in today.
