I’m just a menial servant who sweeps the Marriage Bureau.
My greatest hobby in this life is making noodles.
One day, I found a bundle of old red strings in the storeroom and tossed them straight into the pot.
One pot of noodles threw every marriage bond in the Three Realms into chaos.
Heaven was furious. They dragged me to the execution platform and sentenced me to have my soul scattered.
A sword’s light suddenly descended from the sky.
The War God, cold and aloof for ten thousand years, landed on the platform.
At some point, a blood-red thread had appeared in my palm, its other end tightly wrapped around his ring finger.
It couldn’t be cut or untied.
“This person is under my personal custody.”
The War God saved me with a single sentence and carried me back to his bedchamber.
In public, he called it imprisonment.
In private, he gave me every bit of his tenderness.
I couldn’t stomach immortal cuisine, so he went down to the mortal world himself to find me noodles.
When I was injured by chance, he scolded me for being reckless, then poured pure spiritual energy into me without end.
When the various immortals came to call him to account, all they got was: “This person belongs to me. Who gave you the right to criticize them?”
Then black mist surged from the rift between the Three Realms.
My sealed memories fully awakened.
I had never been a lowly servant. I was an ancient goddess who had sealed an evil god with my own body ten thousand years ago.
And that cold, unfeeling War God had endured ten thousand years of solitude alone, waiting for my return all along.
Now the evil god has returned. This time, I’ll protect him.
