After Nezha Abandoned Me to Prove His Dao, I Couldn't Go On Like This, So I Had to Find Another Powerful Backer Just to Get By

After Zhang Yu was hired by a top financial conglomerate, she often helped capital pull strings behind the scenes. Angry netizens drew circles to curse her and hang her from a lamppost. She never ended up on a lamppost, but karma came quickly all the same. Because she transmigrated, going from an outstanding trainee at the infamous Tilanqiao prison straight to being a slave. In the Han dynasty, slaves were on the same level as livestock, traded in the same stalls as oxen and horses. They were literally beasts of burden. "No way. I can't take this kind of hardship." Zhang Yu sighed. If she didn't want to be a beast of burden, she'd have to find another way out. In a feudal society with rigid class divisions, the best option was to latch onto someone powerful. She soon set her sights on the third young master of the household, dressed in fine clothes and riding fine horses, with a beauty that could rival a woman's. Although the third young master's moods were unpredictable, he was truly beautiful. More importantly, his father didn't love him and his mother was gone, making him the perfect target to inherit a fortune... ahem, the perfect person to latch onto. Under her flawless campaign, the sheltered third young master quickly fell for her. After all, he'd never met a woman so perfectly suited to his tastes: a little reckless when serious, thoughtful even when impulsive, and occasionally a little scatterbrained when being profound... In short, she could invent herself into whatever he wanted. "Could this be the fabled bond of fate?" he marveled. Zhang Yu smiled faintly. No, this is just a simple romance scam. You've been set up by capital. Who could have known that before long, the husband she'd worked so hard to win over would suddenly awaken to his immortal nature, abandon his mortal body, and sever his ties to the mortal world, including those with her, his mortal wife. Only then did she learn that her husband wasn't mortal at all, but the legendary god of slaughter who killed but never saved: the famous Third Prince Nezha, the Great Deity of the Three Altars and Seas. The lofty god's expression was indifferent. The look he cast her way was no longer tender, only cold. "Mortals and immortals belong to different worlds. Take care of yourself." Zhang Yu kept a blank expression. Damn it, she'd been set up by the Celestial Dragon People. The evil capitalist who schemes every day x the kind Third Prince who falls for it every time *Neither evil nor kind. *The female lead is a timid, gloomy little white flower. The male lead is obsessive, deeply in love, and fixated on men. *There's a brief detour in the middle, but the male lead is unquestionably Nezha [emphasis]. He's Nezha from the famous legends, with my own setting added. *I personally think this is a sweet story, but I can't say what readers will think. If there's a disagreement, the truth is whatever the Teletubbies say. · Theme: The blade of a knife is hard to cross, so the wise say that the path to salvation is a difficult one.