The thing King Yama was proudest of was his ability to calculate the life and death of everyone under heaven.
Then one day, he watched a woman in red pick up a bean and pop it into her mouth, and suddenly he went “blind.” No, wait, he had gained the heavenly eye.
He glimpsed the future: his own precious little prince, who was supposed to be aloof and imposing, was wearing split-crotch pants and drooling, while a bruised and battered little girl tricked him away with a single bean!
In the future, he wasn’t furious at all. Instead, he waved a hand at Meng Po, who was crying her eyes out. “All right, stop hitting him. It’s fate. That silly boy owes her.”
King Yama: …So my son was destined to be a “fool,” and I was destined to be a dad who “gave up trying”?
Looking at Su Qingwan, who was still licking her fingers, King Yama understood.
From then on, the underworld had a powerful figure who always took his side.
Other people raised kids with worry. He raised his by sitting back and watching the show.
As he watched the little prince get thoroughly swindled by that little girl, he would only quietly hand him a piece of candy. “Silly boy, eat up. It’s all debt you owe her.”
This is a story about “fate” and “accepting your fate.”
It’s also the everyday life of a powerful underworld official watching his silly son get carried off, until all he can do is reluctantly pay the bill.
