A Thousand Autumns as My Betrothed

A hot-headed, ruthless heroine who trusts neither Buddha nor gods, with a warm face and a cold heart VS a cold-eyed, selfless, desireless male lead who watches her struggle, a wolf in sheep's clothing

The Grain God of Mount Xuanmao tended the five grains of the mortal world. After spending so much time there, she had become tainted by its earthly atmosphere.

Long ago, when Buddha preached in the Western Paradise, he warned her to wash herself three times in each of her three lives.

She didn't really believe him. She snatched the flower Buddha had picked and insisted it was defective.

Years later, she surveyed the mortal world and saw the flower she'd cast down sitting on the throne in its court.

Lame and short-lived, he wouldn't live past thirty.

She merely raised a hand and helped him to his feet.

She never expected that this small act would cost her the divine status she'd held for countless millennia.

The cold, merciless Heavenly Dao told her it was her fate.

She smiled and smiled, then assigned the Heavenly Dao a fate of its own.

Long afterward, she confined all the gods and demons who determined the fates of the world within an illusion. Leaning against her high throne, she looked at him again. He was no more than an ant.

You and I are in the mortal world; you and I are both mortals.

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Coming soon: Seeking Pleasure

When the Lu family fell, Lu Keqing was cursed with a love spell.

In the space of a single day, the proud, aloof young lady became a courtesan who could no longer control herself.

At Gui Gui Fang in Shaozhou, bets were placed, and nine out of ten people wagered that Lu Keqing would kill herself.

Lu Keqing looked at the crazed gamblers, waved her hand, and staked everything she owned, betting that she would seek pleasure and make a fortune.

By day, she was the courtesan no amount of gold could buy at the pleasure house.

By night, she was the honored guest of the powerful minister Song Yunzhang.

Under the dazzling, swaying lamplight, Song Yunzhang called to her:

"Qingqing, you may ask me for pleasure."

Lu Keqing smiled lightly, unconcerned:

"Lord Song, I think of you as a friend."

Apart from the moon in the sky, no one knew the real Song Yunzhang.

No one knew how easily he had earned his military honors on the battlefield, or how he had visited Gui Gui Fang hundreds of times, his hand trembling as he tossed out gold ingots by the hundreds, always betting on the word "death."

Life is but a brief sojourn. How could death bring liberation? It would only leave her the subject of others' mockery, with malice flying from every direction.

The world loves watching her fall from a high tower into the mud. I insist on seeing her soar into the clouds, with pleasure shared between two!

Theme: It doesn't matter. You are your own faith.