In her previous life, she was the Demon Lord's trusted general and the leading candidate to become the next Demon Lord. After a battle between gods and demons, her spiritual roots were damaged and she lost her memories, transforming into a demonic-tailed flower. By chance, the Flower Goddess found her while traveling through the mortal realm and brought her back to the divine realm, taking her as a disciple in the hope of reforming her.
She had only average talent and no interest in the divine realm's cultivation techniques, rare treasures, or curios. All she loved was brewing wine and raising pets.
As she drank her wine, she echoed her master's words: “A god's life is long. Only fine wine and spirit pets are worth cherishing.”
Jiang Que is the War God's foremost disciple, one of the finest in the Nine Provinces and Eight Wildernesses when it comes to magic and strategy. But when it comes to romance, he is exceptionally slow on the uptake.
One day, a single misstep sends him tumbling from the Thirty-Third Heaven to the Ninth Heaven. The lofty flower falls from his pedestal and reverts to his true form, only to be picked up by the heroine, and through a series of coincidences, they form a master-servant contract.
“This little lamb is quite handsome. Would you like to be my spirit beast?”
Jiang Que is horrified. What kind of outrageous proposition is this? Who wants to be your spirit pet?
He tries to run, but she grabs him by the scruff of the neck. “Insolence! Ignorant little immortal, do you know who I am? I am the God Jiang Que!”
“I don't know any God Jiang Que. I only know that spirit pets should listen to their masters.”
“…”
Later, when her memories return, she becomes a “menace to the world.”
Jiang Que blocks her path. She reaches out and grips his chin. “What makes you think you have the right to stand in my way?”
“Because you're the woman I'm supposed to marry.”
“Jiang Que, I'm warning you not to push your luck.”
He laughs. “Push my luck? Since you say I'm pushing my luck, I'll show you what it really means to push your luck.”
He leans close, his warm breath brushing her cheek as it envelops her. His deep eyes meet hers.
His voice is low and magnetic as he asks, word by word, “Are you afraid now?”
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Theme: I have never believed in fate. I only believe in you.
