The Dragon King’s secondary consort said, “Other merfolk shed pearls when they cry, but your tears can transform into children. You were born with a body made for bearing children!” Even after I died horribly, she still wasn’t satisfied. Day after day, she forced my child to cry, using her tears as medicine. Once she became pregnant, she tossed my dying daughter ashore. The Dragon King had been without an heir for ages. When she gave birth to a golden dragon egg, it shook the Three Realms, and she was revered as a goddess. My daughter and I died with bitterness in our hearts, unnoticed by everyone. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at my daughter’s first-birthday banquet. I clenched my teeth as I watched the secondary consort hold my daughter, utterly unwilling to let her go. One day, she would make sure we died without a complete body. The Dragon King was already seeking consorts from every race in hopes of having an heir, and I was born with a body made for bearing children. Giving birth to a golden dragon would be easy for me. The exalted status of the Dragon Clan’s goddess should be mine!
