Little Fragrant Lady

Mei, the two-hundredth generation of the Chong Kingdom's Divine Priestess, had meager divine power. In her sixteen years in office, she made only two prophecies.

Once, seated atop a high platform, she casually pointed out a distant royal relative and said he would one day rebel and usurp the throne. He was immediately exiled, never to set foot in Chong again.

The other time was on the eve of the prayer ceremony, when she dreamed that the royal city had fallen and that she lay in a pool of blood.

Mei never mentioned the one prophecy that came true. She did not want to be a Divine Priestess, and she was tired of the mortal world.

Only when the wind filled with a nauseating stench of blood did a man point his bloodstained sword at her brow and speak with vindictive delight: "I've returned."

Mei calmly took off her finery, removed her crown, and tossed it aside, waiting for death. She glanced at him without thinking. "Who are you?"

Wei Yu thought the best revenge would be to watch the once lofty, arrogant Divine Priestess bend and endure every humiliation.

But before revenge could come, love took hold.

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This love cannot be spoken of, and yet it cannot go unspoken.

After the gods fell in the battle at Mount Sumeru, the Mysterious Maiden moved from Mount Kunlun to the Celestial Palace. Before she left, the Queen Mother of the West told her she must find a husband who was both pleasing to the eye and capable of commanding respect.

After careful thought, she decided that the Wenchang Emperor, who had practically delivered himself to her doorstep, was indeed pleasing to the eye. He might not be able to command a room, but as Mount Kunlun's live-in son-in-law, he could raise the mountain's average level of education.

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At the Celestial Palace, she secretly used his offerings and thought nothing of washing her sword in his ink pool.

At the gathering on Mount Langya, they were together every step of the way, and the air between them grew charged with ambiguity.

During their trials in the mortal world,

She asked through her tears, "Have you ever felt even the slightest romantic affection for me?"

He looked into her eyes and answered earnestly, "I feel only the affection one has for an old friend."

After they returned from their trials,

She said lightly, "Let's forget our time in the mortal world."

He readily agreed. "We've never met. What past could there be between us?"

On the eve of the great battle, as she lay with him, her fingertips traced every inch of his face. The name on her lips, over and over, was Zhang Shunan.

He snapped, "Can you tell the difference between the Wenchang Emperor and the mortal Zhang Shunan?"

With her arms around his neck, she smiled. "I only want one night of pleasure."

Of course she could tell them apart.

If only she had never remembered the past.

But those bloody truths could never be washed away, like ink on a white robe.

A firm happy ending (Chinese people don't lie to Chinese people).

Contains original worldbuilding; don't read if you don't like that.

The author has recently been obsessed with immortal romance, bringing back an old trend. I write my own stories for my own enjoyment!

Theme: Relying on and comforting each other, embracing and warming each other, and seeking the true meaning of love