Song Zhaoyu, the city lord of Lanhuang, once had a husband. He was born into humble circumstances, raised in the mud, yet grew into a noble gentleman with an elegant and radiant bearing.
Song Zhaoyu pitied him, tempted him, and tricked him into willingly giving his life for Lanhuang City.
After Rong Ji died, Song Zhaoyu recited prayers for his soul for forty-nine days. Her voice was cold and indifferent:
"In your next life, be an ordinary person with nothing to offer. Don't ever meet me again."
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A hundred years later, the man who should have been reincarnated had become the Ghost Lord of the Nether Abyss, his emergence transforming the world and bringing all ghosts to heel.
The immortal path had fallen into decline, and Lanhuang City stood alone, struggling to survive. Rumors said the Ghost Lord was temperamental and vengeful. Everyone worried that the feud between Lanhuang City and the Nether Abyss would spark another war in the cultivation world.
Song Zhaoyu, however, wasn't afraid in the least. She simply waited quietly for Rong Ji to take his revenge.
She waited and waited, until a large red bridal sedan chair was carried right up to Lanhuang City's gates.
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Cold on the outside, warm on the inside VS sweet-tongued but hard-hearted
Theme: Answer sincerity with sincerity.
