When Bai Yue got together with friends, the question she asked most often was:
"Will you really protect your Sword Sovereign for a thousand years, ten thousand years, never letting those wicked demons lay a finger on him?"
Bai Yue answered without hesitation: yes.
The Sword Sovereign was Wanjian Mountain's pride, a god as pure and brilliant as the moon, and her soulmate in three lifetimes.
Of course she should protect the one she loved and keep him far from those monsters.
Then one day, news came that the abbot of the Great Freedom Hall had fallen to demonic ways. A memory flashed through Bai Yue's mind, and suddenly her head throbbed with unbearable pain.
Bai Yue remembered that her soulmate was a thief who had stolen someone else's identity.
She remembered the morning mist at sunrise, the young man with long silver-white hair tied back, his sword radiating brilliance.
She remembered the man breaking the peach blossoms in his hand at their wedding, his eyes filled with moonlight, and the incense curling above the Buddhist altar.
Suddenly, she couldn't stop crying.
For thousands of years, she had forgotten everything. She had happily believed she was marrying the love of her youth, when in truth she had married the one who had set everything in motion.
So Bai Yue grievously wounded him with her sword aura.
As the world looked on in shock, they said the Sword Sovereign's wife had turned to hatred out of love and fallen prey to inner demons.
But Bai Yue hadn't done it for him.
With the righteous path in relentless pursuit, she used her last breath to make it to the Demon Realm.
To attend the soulmate wedding ceremony she had been unable to join.
And then to be buried with him in the land of the Demon Realm.
Reader's Guide:
1. A fanfic of The Cultivator's Handbook from a Certain Sect. The author has granted permission.
2. Bad ending! Bad ending! Bad ending!
3. Includes a crossover episode with The Daily Life of the Female Emperor.
4. An imperfect heroine.
Theme: What's done is done.
