A Mix-Up Between Mandarin Ducks

This novel will be entering VIP serialization on September 22, 2021 (next Wednesday), starting with chapter 21. If you've already read the whole story, please don't purchase it again. Thank you for being with me all this time, and I hope you'll continue to support the story! Blurb: "That was such a long time ago... To be precise, it was probably when I was twelve or thirteen. That year, I went on a trip with my family and met Liu Li in the woods. It was love at first sight." Sizhi counted on her fingers for Pei Jiu. "From twelve to twenty, that's eight years?" Pei Jiu nodded. "A full eight years." Everyone said that the ninth daughter of the Pei family was free-spirited and unconventional, often visiting brothels with her two cousins. Little did they know she was deeply devoted, spending eight whole years on a single man, Liu Sanlang. In the end, she was left with a fate in which two people died and two survived. After weathering countless trials, she was finally ready to let go. My upcoming story, "The Guide to the Pagoda": A tug-of-war between an immortal and a demon over their feelings. Three thousand years ago, the underworld descended into chaos. Qingji, the Earth Official, led thirty thousand troops and used every last bit of his power to imprison the Lord of the Nether River in the Pagoda Tower. After three thousand years, the Lord of the Nether River offered up her flesh and blood to send a wisp of her spirit into the world, creating a substitute. She gave herself the most beautiful face in the world and roamed the mountains and rivers, searching for the person who had imprisoned her. She would use her beauty to seduce and bewitch him, making him open the Pagoda Tower of his own free will. Then she would rip out his heart, drink his blood, and turn his bones into weapons, wielding them herself as she fought her way into the heavens. "Tales of Evil Spirits": The good-for-nothing sect leader who failed to control ghosts and was controlled by one instead. As the nineteenth-generation heir to the Ghost Control Sect, Bai Qingqing was famous for being a good-for-nothing. The saying went, "Mountains crumble when you rely on them, and ghosts run when you try to control them." Within a few years, the Ghost Control Sect fell into decline and eventually became a shelter for wandering ghosts. Bai Qingqing became the ragged sect leader, spending her days among a group of lame, old, and blind ghosts. People nicknamed her the Queen of Junk. One day, a ghost passed by the Ragged Sect. He was tall, handsome, and peerless, a striking red flower among ten thousand ghosts. Bai Qingqing watched him hungrily, drooling as she asked, "W-would you be willing to sign a contract selling yourself to me?" The ghost looked at her with disdain. "What are your ambitions?" "I want to bring goodness to the world," Bai Qingqing said gravely. "Hah!" The ghost openly scoffed. "...Then I'll settle for helping people in need!" "Hmph!" The ghost lost patience and turned to leave. "Big brother..." Bai Qingqing dropped to her knees without a shred of dignity, covered her face, and burst into tears. "I just want enough to eat. I really only want enough to eat. Please, let me control you..." She did control him, but nothing really changed. The Ghost Control Sect remained shabby and poor, and Bai Qingqing still had to beg everywhere. She had to support herself and the fussy, gluttonous ghost as well! One day, all the sects gathered for a pledge ceremony when a horde of ghosts suddenly attacked. The sect leaders panicked and urged the Ghost Control Sect to take on the enemy. Sect Leader A: "The Ghost Control Sect's magic is exquisite!" Sect Leader B: "The Ghost Control Sect is peerless in the world!" Dazed by all the praise, Bai Qingqing proudly thumped her chest and ordered her top ghost servant: "Go wipe out those pests for your boss!" The ghost flicked his sleeve and walked out with calm confidence. Outside, the ghosts were waving flags and shouting. The moment they saw his face, they trembled from head to toe, wet themselves, and dropped to their knees, wailing, "E-Evil Ghost King..." Who was the Evil Ghost King? He was the foremost of the five Ghost Kings under the Lord of the Nether River, the Evil Ghost King who oversaw all the world's wickedness. Upon learning the truth, Bai Qingqing was overjoyed. She patted the Evil Ghost King's chest and laughed at the sky. "Hahaha! Now that I have you, a walking weapon of mass destruction, why should I worry about money? Come on, let's rob a bank!" The Evil Ghost King gave her a sidelong glance. "What price could you possibly pay to command me?" Bai Qingqing kept laughing. "That depends on what you want. Just tell me, and I'll give you whatever you need." The Evil Ghost King: "I need a wife!" My completed stories, "The Imperial Gift: An Ugly Wife," "Reborn as a Scheming Minister's Wife," and "Reborn: A Variety of Ways to Spoil My Husband," are also available. Feel free to check them out. Theme: A series of misunderstandings ultimately leads to a happy match.