Marrying Lin Huai was purely accidental.

At that time, I made a bold statement to my fellow clan members: "I will emulate the ancestor Da Ji and become a calamitous enchantress."

What was Da Ji's ultimate fate? Are there people whose dreams are to seek death?

With a caring gaze for the intellectually disabled, my clan members watched me leave the mountain and venture out.

But before I reached the imperial city, I was captured by ignorant bandits and taken to their stronghold.

Just as I was planning to unleash a massacre and hone my skills against the bandits, Lin Huai appeared.

He wore a white Daoist robe, with a face as beautiful as jade, resembling a noble gentleman from the mortal world.

But when he started killing, he showed no mercy.

He was even more ferocious than a demon.

Swords danced, heads rolled.

In an instant, everyone in the stronghold, except for me, lay dead.

As I gazed at the blood-soaked tip of Lin Huai's sword,

I was petrified.

Was it my destiny to die before achieving my lofty ambition?

Lin Huai approached step by step, sword in hand.

And I hesitated between confronting him head-on or surrendering.

In the end, a clever idea struck me. I pretended to be excessively frightened and fainted in Lin Huai's arms.

That's how Lin Huai brought me to Mount Shu.