Last night was almost the happiest event in Ye Ling's entire life. Of course, it also became Ye Ling's worst nightmare.
As it turned out, happiness wasn't easy to come by; it required being tempered through a thousand hardships. Otherwise, it was the beginning of a nightmare.
"Oh heavens, strike down these life-sucking, remorseless fairies and save me, a kind soul."
Ye Ling really wanted to scream out loud, but he had forgotten that outside the courtyard of Prince's residence, he had threatened the heavens themselves. He figured it was a stroke of luck that lightning hadn't struck him down.
Shivering, Ye Ling had just gotten up when a group of women rubbed their groggy eyes and sat up.
"I want to go have some soup."
Ye Ling shuddered: "Is this supposed to be fun? What kind of creatures are you all? Anyone who dares to come at me, watch how I take you down, each one into the pot to be dealt with in no time."
