I'm Only One, But This King Calls the Shots!

One-year-old Meng Xiaotang sat on the threshold of the funeral home, patting the cloth-bound Book of Life and Death with her plump, lotus-root-like hands.

"You don't want me anymore?" "You're sending me to a nunnery?" "And you, stop snickering. I've already seen the darkness gathering over your head... You'll be struck by lightning within three days."