I, Nie Susu, may have a plain name, but I’m the niece of Nie Xiao, the God of War of the Nine Heavens. For thousands of years, I’ve traveled through countless battles to maintain the balance of the Six Realms, never knowing a moment’s peace, all to spare Nie Xiao’s son from the toil of a long journey.
He, Zhu Mingshu, is the finest embroiderer in Heaven. On the day he had been an immortal for three hundred years, he happened to meet his destined one: Nie Susu.
From then on, their fates became tightly entangled, constricting their hearts.
Their first meeting.
Zhu Mingshu’s eyes were black and blue, and he wrung his handkerchief with trembling hands. “You gave me a black eye! Now I can’t embroider the clothes for Fairy Qinbai! You have to pay me back...”
“Get lost!” Another kick flew at him, and someone flew into a rage.
Back then, Zhu Mingshu was still a little brat who had been an immortal for just three hundred years, and Nie Susu couldn’t even be bothered to look at him properly. So Zhu Mingshu had a whole series of experiences getting beaten up: being hit by accident, getting caught up in a fight by accident, challenging her to a public duel and getting beaten up, and so on. The gods and immortals delighted in recounting this dark history for ten thousand years, to the point that much later, when Zhu Mingshu’s son was only two hundred and ninety-nine, he had already developed a psychological shadow. Zhu Mingshu suffered in silence, but didn’t dare say a word, so all he could do was take action.
