Jiang Huaisu transmigrated into a white magpie, the kind that hadn't taken human form.
She spread her wings to soar and was about to experience the thrill of flying when an arrow pierced her wing. She fell into the palm of the person who had drawn the bow.
He was a little boy as lovely as a porcelain doll. She heard his attendant call him Third Young Master.
After carefully talking her way through it, Jiang Huaisu managed to save her life. Every day, she racked her brains for a way to escape from the young master's birdcage.
Then one day, she learned by chance that this was the world of Journey to the West!
And the Third Young Master had a remarkable identity: he was the mortal incarnation of Prince Nezha!
...Her childhood crush filter shattered on the spot.
*
Curious about what Nezha himself was like, Jiang Huaisu snuck over to take a look.
Before the ranks of the heavenly soldiers, the divine youth stood amid blazing flames, his face cold as jade. His eyes were beautiful, yet lifeless.
--Was this what Nezha in Heaven was like? He seemed so indifferent.
By then, Jiang Huaisu had already parted ways with the Third Young Master and attached herself to the leading man of Journey to the West.
Unfortunately, this leading man's a troublemaker too. Before long, he raised a banner at Flower-Fruit Mountain, proclaimed himself the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, and acted so arrogantly that Heaven sent an army to subdue him.
The young vanguard, sent out under imperial order, wore red silk and stood atop a cloud, with a vast host of heavenly soldiers behind him.
With his keen eyesight, the youth immediately spotted Jiang Huaisu watching from the shadows.
He rode his Wind-Fire Wheels down toward her, stared at the girl's face without blinking, and asked thoughtfully...
"Have we met before?"
*
Time passed, and Nezha was no longer the Nezha of old. Some inexplicable impulse made him confess his feelings to her.
"I'm sorry I plucked your feathers back then. You can pluck mine in return!"
Jiang Huaisu sighed insincerely. "But the Third Prince is an incarnation of a lotus flower. You don't have any feathers for me to pluck."
"...Then pull off my petals. I won't be mad."
Important warnings:
1. The heroine is neither a strong woman nor a feminist heroine.
2. This is my version of Journey to the West and my version of Nezha. Some settings come from Investiture of the Gods or folk legends, so don't expect historical or textual accuracy. Please don't assume this is the orthodox version of the deity.
Theme: To build anew, you must first break what came before
Laugh, laugh, you won't be able to laugh anymore in a while, I guess it's your wife they want to marry, Third Prince 🐶 🍉
It made me laugh so hard, you really tied up your master's belt 😂
I knew the progress wouldn't be so fast. Two hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye, and we haven't started to use meat yet 😂
Can you hit a home run for me in the next chapter? I really want to see it 😭
What an unexpected surprise, hahaha, so beautiful
To be honest, I don't really like Hong Hai'er, a monster who speaks in a weird way, with a lot of temptations in one sentence and no discernment 😂
Hahaha 🥺 I am a professional 🥺 but I can't help it 😂 Others are wall-dong 🥺 Nezha is tearing down the wall [let me be healthy]
When I found out there was a resurrection point, I knew I was going to die, but I didn't expect it to happen so quickly 😭 😭 😭
Ahhhh [Spread flowers] [Spread flowers] I won't be able to write about Nezha like this in the future 🥺
When I looked at the time, I thought I would see an update, but it turned out to be a cold note 💔, Teacher, you love to come back so much (Erkang's hand, with tears streaming down his face, waving a small handkerchief) 😭 😭 😭