Introduction

I was originally a male fairy, Lingjun , but I disguised myself as a woman, Baoyan, for a mortal man.

I was originally the first heir to the throne from the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, but I transformed into a little concubine of the human regent.

I thought that if I persistently went to the mortal world to repay my kindness, the most I could do would be to compensate for a few decades of my tens of millions of years of life. But in the end, what I had to compensate for was my entire immortal life, which was wiped out in ashes, and I could never return to my old life. bleak end.

When the queen mother came in a hurry to see me from the depths of the East China Sea, her body was shining with golden aura, she was breaking through the waves. I was already on the tidal flat of the East China Sea coast, and I was about to be scorched to death by the scorching sun .

My mother wailed and scolded me, and finally asked me with sobs on my deathbed whether I had any last wishes.

soul-retaining bead from my arms with a trembling breath, and said, "Mother, this is my child. I hope you will protect him and give him a safe birth... Please don't seek revenge on that mortal man. The child is so sentimental, the child doesn’t blame anyone...the child is unfilial..."

What the Queen Mother said next, I couldn't hear clearly. When the immortal consciousness drifted away , a drop of tear fell coldly from my eyes . I never knew that dragons could shed tears.

Unfortunately, I no longer have the strength to open my eyes to see what these dragon tears look like.

I only felt my mother's warm hands tremblingly caressing my increasingly cold face, and a cry of pain sounded in my ears:

"What a bad fate, what a bad fate! My son, why are you suffering--"

yes,

Isn’t there a bad fate between me and the regent?

Why do I have to do all these things?

It is said that there are countless reincarnations in the sea of desire, and mortals are addicted to countless tribulations and find it difficult to extricate themselves . Isn’t it difficult for me, an immortal , to break through and transcend?

I never thought that the destruction of both body and soul would be the end of my spirit. After all, the glory in my eyes is as easy to destroy as an empty flower. I pity my unborn child, I will never have the chance to wait until the day he is born...