On Our Wedding Night, the Ghost Emperor Clung to Me

After my husband died, I got a soul-guiding lantern.

But I never saw my late husband. Instead, I somehow attracted a ten-thousand-year-old Ghost Emperor!

“I... I want a divorce!”

He closed in inch by inch, pinning me beneath his icy control. His low, seductive voice carried an authority that brooked no refusal. “A divorce? Give me a son first, then we'll talk!”