On the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, when the moonlight flowers bloomed, the empress Junzheng, who lived on the top of Mount Zhaozheng, was thirty-eighteen years old and at the age of marriageable age.
The empress, who is of marriageable age, has a 300-year-old son, but the child's father has never been seen.
After a hundred days of hustle and bustle came to an end, the mountain people from all over the country gathered in groups under the tall white osmanthus trees, blowing in the breeze, cracking fried melon seeds, and chatting about the divine king and his family at the top of the swaggering mountain.
"Yesterday, the third boy of the Yi family took the baby to play by the Jiehe River. I took a look at it from a distance, and oh! His eyebrows were so stern, and..." At this point, the fat black wild boar earth fairy trembled all over, like the cold wind blowing across his buttocks when he got up at night in the winter moon. "It looks like he was printed out of the same mold as the one from many years ago, tsk tsk, it's really..."
The whispers of the mountain people continued to penetrate into the ears on the night wind, and the empress' face, who was silent in the shadow, was so dark that she almost melted into the night. She lowered her head and fiercely gouged out the little creature, which was no more than her knees and was waiting for food. "Haha... Look at the good deeds you have done! My reputation is completely ruined!"
But the three-inch little man was very cold and indifferent, with an indifferent face. He was not afraid of the young empress's anger at all. He only raised his toes and stretched out his fat lotus-root hands to reach her jade-white fingertips, "What do you want to be famous for? I am enough for you."
You see, I left behind the past and endured the darkness for a long time, so I could only walk upright to you. My heart aches from waiting for this day, so how could I bring you into trouble that I shouldn't have?