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Jiang Mianhao is a tiny grass spirit with weak spiritual power and low cultivation.
Her daily routine consists of basking in the sun, drinking dew, and absorbing the essence of heaven and earth. Repeating this a thousand times until she finally takes human form.
But on the very first day of her transformation, she gets knocked back into her original form by a celestial falling from the sky.
Jiang Mianhao: I hate you!
The fallen celestial seems to have lost her memory and mistakes Jiang Mianhao for her fated partner. Every day, she dutifully collects morning dew to nurture Jiang Mianhao’s growth.
The price? Being held in the celestial’s arms every night as she sleeps.
Jiang Mianhao: For the sake of my transformation, I’ll endure it.
Unfortunately, Jiang Mianhao is too severely injured, and ordinary nourishment isn’t enough to heal her.
Luckily, though the celestial has lost her memory, her powers remain intact. That night, after the two retire to their room and extinguish the lights, Jiang Mianhao’s spiritual energy is miraculously restored by the next morning.
Other grass spirits watch in envy, eagerly seeking her secret.
Blushing, Jiang Mianhao stammers, “It’s just what fated partners are supposed to do…”
Ye Qingge is hailed as the Light of Righteousness.
For a million years, she has sat upon the throne of Qingyang Palace, ruling the immortal realm, revered by all, possessing the most glorious of everything.
Until the great war between immortals and demons, where she suffered a crushing defeat.
Struck by a backlash of spiritual energy, she plummeted into a patch of grass beneath her own palace.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw the person beneath her. The face that had flashed before her at the brink of her ascension.
This was her fated partner.
And also her final trial of love before achieving greatness.
So, she feigned amnesia and settled into the grass field.
When Jiang Mianhao needed to transform, she gathered herbs and tended to her with care.
When Jiang Mianhao’s injuries lingered, she willingly shed her robes, formed a spiritual bond, and transferred her energy.
When Jiang Mianhao finally took human form, she offered her spiritual power to aid her cultivation.
At last, when Jiang Mianhao painstakingly prepared a sky full of butterfly rain and shyly confessed her love.
Ye Qingge knew the time had come.
The two were inseparable, their love at its peak, planning to move together to Penglai.
That day, Jiang Mianhao said she had good news.
But Ye Qingge didn’t have time to hear it.
The demon army was at the gates, and the entire immortal realm awaited her.
Her sword, the very one forged to protect Jiang Mianhao now pierced through her chest.
As her beloved closed her eyes and her body turned to dust.
Ye Qingge broke through the final barrier of her cultivation.
Having proven her Dao by killing her wife, she led her army in a bloody conquest of the demon realm, uniting both worlds under her rule.
On the day of Ye Qingge’s coronation, Jiang Mianhao’s voice whispered in her ear.
The good news she never got to hear.
“I was pregnant.”