After the Capital’s Beloved White Moonlight Was Cursed

A cross-temporal “curse-reversal” sales pitch

Shen Qinghuan, the most sought-after socialite in Jing City, was sent to the ICU by a glass of “congratulatory” champagne from her stepsister at her birthday banquet. Her body became a vegetable, but her spirit sat by her bedside gnawing on duck neck. A civil servant from the underworld told her she had fallen victim to a vicious curse that had been lost for a thousand years. To break it, she would have to transmigrate back in time and persuade the ancestor who cast it to willingly undo it.

To come back to life, Shen Qinghuan was forced to embark on a career selling “curse reversals.” But when she transmigrated a thousand years into the past and saw the ascetic great sorcerer Baili Xuanye, feared by the world and utterly alone, Shen Qinghuan pulled out the PowerPoint she had hastily prepared overnight:

“Handsome, interested in our ‘Break the Curse, Earn Boundless Merit’ program? Sign up now and get a beautiful, capable wife from the future as a bonus. Trial period available, satisfaction guaranteed!”

She had thought it was just a transaction, until the King of Hell himself came after her. With a face identical to Baili Xuanye’s, he cornered her against a wall and said hoarsely:

“Huanhuan, I told you to win him over, not to win my heart too. I saved you a thousand years ago, and you saved me a thousand years later. How about repaying that kindness with the rest of your life?”