The wind in heaven is so sweet that it makes you sick, and the smell of sweet-scented osmanthus cake sticks to your nose and won't go away.
I stood on the white jade steps of the Nantian Gate and watched my biological father, Yin Potian, the Supreme Demon Realm, holding a wine glass and calling the Emperor of Heaven a brother. I completely forgot how he pointed at the Emperor's nose and scolded him as "the originator of hypocrisy" thousands of years ago.
Politics is a large-scale face-changing show, and my life is a marriage of three realms that is forcibly bound.
A marriage certificate asked me, the legitimate daughter of the demon world, to marry into the Nine Heavens, which looked noble but was actually a prison.
I looked at the Heavenly Palace at the end of the steps and just wanted to say: Demon Lord, I won't marry you!
Escape from marriage, make money, abuse scum, run rampant in the three realms, and kidnap the legendary cold and ascetic god of war from the heavenly clan!
