When I was young, I already knew that I was bound by a marriage contract to Jun Mo, Lord of Penglai Island. The little foxes in Qiu Village said that the Supreme God Jun Mo of Penglai was an ancient god of war, peerlessly handsome, even a little more beautiful than me. His pair of enchanting peach-blossom eyes had the celestial maidens utterly captivated. He was aloof and had no interest in women, which made him all the more rare.
Listening to them, I was sure this bunch of little foxes had been bewitched by his looks and were exaggerating. I simply couldn't believe that anyone in this world could be more beautiful than me.
Jun Mo was a god of war in several ancient battles between gods and demons. Whenever my father spoke of how fortunate he had been to fight alongside him back then, he always sighed with emotion.
But I disdained their admiration for Jun Mo. This ancient geezer, who might even be a generation older than my father and mother, was actually betrothed to me. I truly detested him back then, and I can't count how many times I secretly cursed him.
