Chapter 1: The Eternal Feud
For centuries, the heavenly realm and the demon realm had stood at odds, their animosity woven into the fabric of existence. The gods sought to protect balance and harmony, while the demons yearned for dominion and destruction. Their wars left scars not only on the mortal realm but on the heavens themselves, each side refusing to yield.
The most recent war, the fiercest yet, ended with the heavenly realm barely claiming victory. Yet it came at a great cost. Yue Lian, the revered Guardian of the Celestial Lotus, had been struck by cursed lightning conjured by demon generals. Though she survived, her divine essence had weakened. Retreating to her secluded palace, she dedicated herself to guarding the Celestial Lotus, an artifact of unfathomable power that could tip the scales of war.
The Demon Lord Hei Lang, furious at their defeat, sought revenge—not through brute force, but cunning. In his dark, infernal throne room, he laid out his plan.
"This goddess," Hei Lang began, his voice cold and sharp, "guards the key to our victory. The Celestial Lotus is beyond our reach through war. But through her heart? It can be taken."
Ling Xiu, a demon known for his charm and wit, knelt before his lord. His beauty and cunning had undone countless foes, and his reputation for manipulation was unmatched.
"You will infiltrate her palace," Hei Lang ordered. "Not alone. Yuan'er will accompany you to ensure the ruse holds. Pose as servants. Gain her trust. Win her favor. Take the artifact."
Yuan'er, a sly and sharp-tongued demoness, smirked. "It seems an easy task. The goddess is weakened, after all."
Hei Lang's gaze darkened. "Do not underestimate her. Yue Lian is no fool. Her kindness does not make her blind. You must tread carefully, or the consequences will be dire."
Ling Xiu rose, his lips curling into a devilish grin. "Trust me, my lord. By the time I am done, she will think it was her idea to hand the artifact over."
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In the heavenly realm, Yue Lian's palace was a haven of tranquility. Her two trusted servants, Chun Mei and Qiu Rong, ensured the palace ran smoothly. Chun Mei, kind and gentle, was beloved by the staff, while Qiu Rong, sharp-eyed and strict, commanded respect and fear in equal measure. Their contrasting personalities often clashed, but Yue Lian valued their loyalty and efficiency.
Despite her weakened state, Yue Lian remained a figure of quiet strength. Her calm demeanor and discerning mind made it difficult for anyone to deceive her. She carried herself with grace, her strictness tempered by compassion, though she allowed no room for foolishness or flattery.
One day, Yue Lian walked through her gardens, the soft rustle of leaves accompanying her steps. The blossoms swayed in the breeze, their fragrance calming her weary mind. As she neared a secluded part of the garden, she noticed something peculiar—a servant and a young man were kneeling beside a broken branch from one of her treasured plum trees.
Ling Xiu, disguised in celestial attire, had deliberately orchestrated the scene. Holding the broken branch, he glanced up, his expression a mix of regret and mild amusement.
"My lady," he said, bowing deeply, "forgive me. I was careless. I was trying to restore the tree when this branch broke further."
Yue Lian stopped a few paces away, her sharp eyes assessing him. "Who are you, and why are you in this part of the garden?"
Chun Mei, who had been accompanying Yue Lian, stepped forward nervously. "My lady, this is Ling Xiu, the new servant. He… he only just arrived today."
"An interesting way to begin your service," Yue Lian said, her tone calm but pointed.
Ling Xiu straightened, offering a faint, apologetic smile. "I meant no disrespect, my lady. I noticed the branch sagging and thought to mend it before it caused further damage. It seems I only made things worse."
Qiu Rong arrived moments later, her piercing gaze narrowing on Ling Xiu. "You overstep," she said curtly. "It is not your place to meddle in such matters."
Yue Lian raised a hand, silencing her. "Enough." She stepped closer, inspecting the broken branch. "Your intentions, if true, are commendable. But this is not a task for an untrained servant. Leave such matters to those assigned to them."
Ling Xiu bowed again, his expression humble. "Understood, my lady. I only wished to serve."
As Yue Lian turned to leave, Ling Xiu added, "Though I must say, your garden is unlike anything I've seen. It speaks of great care and wisdom. Even the smallest details seem to carry meaning."
Yue Lian paused. His words were unexpected, and she glanced at him. His demeanor seemed genuine, but her instincts told her there was more to him than met the eye.
"Words alone do not serve," she said calmly. "Show your worth through action."
Ling Xiu smiled faintly. "I intend to, my lady."
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Later that day, Yue Lian observed Ling Xiu from afar. Despite Qiu Rong's skepticism, he quickly adapted to his tasks, his wit and resourcefulness impressing the other servants. At one point, he effortlessly solved a dispute between two gardeners, offering a solution that seemed both fair and clever.
Yue Lian couldn't help but take notice. His intelligence and composure intrigued her, though she remained cautious.
"He's clever," she admitted to herself, "but cleverness can be a double-edged sword."
Unbeknownst to her, Ling Xiu had planned every moment, ensuring she would witness his actions. His goal was clear: to weave himself into her trust, one thread at a time. And though Yue Lian would not admit it, a small part of her found his wit… intriguing.
Still, her guard remained up. Whatever his charm, Yue Lian was not one to be easily swayed. She would test him, and only time would reveal whether he was truly as sincere as he appeared—or if shadows lingered behind his smiles.