Before I gained the impressive title of "the former spouse of the Regent of Dayuan," I had been the mountain god of Beigong Mountain for thirty-three thousand, three hundred and thirty-three years.
Not long ago, a young couple in love rode out together in a carriage. At the foot of my mountain, they made love. My mind was as clear as a mountain stream at the time. I watched the whole thing with only a little curiosity. When they were done, a single parasol tree leaf fell to the ground and transformed into my body.
The couple found me and took me away. They gave me riches and power over life and death, promising that when I grew up, I would have the wealth of an entire country and the reverence of a million people.
But what would I want with a country? I already had Beigong Mountain. Countless emperors had claimed it as part of their territory, but none could take it to their graves. Wealth was useless to me, too. My mountain was already abundant and prosperous, endlessly renewing itself. As for the reverence of the people, I was a god. I had never lacked that.
During my twenty years among humans, twenty years being how they measured a mere instant in the grand scheme of things, I treated everything as worthless and yearned only for a little love.
If love could take a concrete form, it would probably look like the couple who took me away.
I became obsessed with it and often neglected everything else for its sake. For a long time, I even forgot that I was a god. But I was never troubled by the fact that I couldn't find love. Many people threw themselves at me. I didn't understand why, but I enjoyed it all the same.
Fu Qingbai was one of them.
Later, he killed me.
I still don't know why, but I was sad about it for a long time. After all, of everyone, he was the one I loved most. The chief eunuch said that when you love someone, you shouldn't leave them without a title, so I made him the only person who could be empress.
I killed everyone who tried to stop Qingbai from becoming empress.
He asked me why I had done it.
I said they were trying to stop me from loving you.
There is a saying among humans, "tears of joy." It was the first time I had seen it on Qingbai's face.
On the day he was made empress, he was so happy he could barely get the words out. "Love? What do you love about me?"
How could he not know? His scent, his soft moans, every inch of his skin and every bone in his body, all of it captivated me.
I said, "Everything."
Qingbai smiled until tears spilled from his eyes.
The dead no longer feel sorrow, and the same is true of gods. The reason I was sad later was that Qingbai could kill people, but he couldn't kill a god.
I recuperated on Beigong Mountain for two years, still unable to understand. Then I went to find Fu Qingbai again, wanting to ask him why he had killed me.
This time, he threw himself at me just like before.
With red candles glowing and the bed curtains warm, our night of passion was interrupted by a knock at the door. A servant cautiously called him Regent.
I suddenly understood. Gently rubbing his sweat-damp nape, I brushed the damp hair from his cheek and said tenderly, "So it wasn't empress you wanted to be, but Regent? Qingbai, why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"..."
Fu Qingbai closed his eyes and drew a breath, his voice hoarse. "...Get lost."
Fu Qingbai: What is it like for a ruthless, scheming Omega to fall into the same pit twice?
He went home and realized his belly was growing bigger by the day. He thought, I'm doomed. This time, I've really fallen hard.
The Regent thought bitterly: Should I kill him again, kill him again, or kill him again?
Later, he discovered that although Feng Weixun was a pit, he wasn't beyond saving. He had casually tossed some unwanted seeds into it, and the pit had secretly filled with grass and flowers behind his back.
Theme: To be decided.
