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Yama's Wedding
I am an ordinary woman, having grown up in Changle Village. Gao Jun is my childhood sweetheart, just like the poem says, "The young man rides a bamboo horse, circling the bed to play with green plums."
I am luckier than many because I have loved Gao Jun, and he feels the same way. The companions in the village always knew that I would become Gao Jun's Wife.
As we grew up, it was only natural for us to be together, and soon we had a continuation of our love. I always thought we could live happily like this for a lifetime, leading a carefree life.
During that time, Gao Jun began to go out more frequently, and their meetings became increasingly common. The atmosphere in the village grew tense. I often saw the village chief wandering near my home. When I mentioned this to Gao Jun, he simply told me not to worry. With those two words, my heart found some peace.
Perhaps a storm was brewing in the outside world, but until the very end, I firmly believed that wherever Gao Jun was, that was home for me and our child.
Soon enough, that moment arrived. Gao Jun was captured by the village chief's men. Those who had once sworn loyalty turned against him in an instant. I watched helplessly as Gao Jun was burned alive, and looking at those villagers he had once bravely protected in the flames, I finally understood: at that moment, I no longer had a home.
That Young Master Wang—I knew him. He had only been verbally disrespectful when Gao Jun was around; he never dared to do anything more. But after Gao Jun's death, the village chief colluded with Young Master Wang and broke into my home. I wanted to fight back fiercely, but what about Tiger Child? I still remembered Gao Jun's smiling face when Tiger Child was born. He said to me, "Qiao Er, we finally have our own child; this is our child." Yes, our child—I needed to protect this child.
The humiliation of my body meant nothing; living was the most important thing. But I never expected that Gao Jun would come back to life!
It turned out that folklore wasn't just tales; during the Night of Resurrection, Gao Jun's revival brought a glimmer of hope to my life. I began to adapt to this new life—caring for our child during the day and looking after Gao Jun at night.
However, the world is too full of yang energy; Gao Jun's spirit was already severely damaged. My heart grew increasingly anxious. All I hoped for was that even if he couldn't appear before people, he could still stay by our side.
I tried countless methods and sought various folk remedies, but nothing worked. Just then, we encountered a strange woman who helped us without asking for any reward. It was as if she didn't exist at all—she came and went without a trace. But I didn't care; as long as Gao Jun could be with me, nothing else mattered. We began to consume the souls of the villagers to sustain Gao Jun's spirit. Young Master Wang became our first target; indeed, we intentionally caused his death. I wanted to kill the village chief as well, but Gao Jun held back his hand. It didn't matter; as long as he could stay with me, I could accept anything.
After consuming souls, Gao Jun became increasingly difficult to control, and even Tiger Child unfortunately fell victim to his soul-draining. He was engulfed in deep remorse, constantly yearning to return to the Underworld to make amends. I began to plead with him desperately. Fortunately, he had never refused my requests. I knew these days were painful, but the agony of losing him was something I never wanted to experience again, especially the pain of losing and then regaining him; it made our time together all the more precious.
The good days soon came to an end. We had borrowed over a decade of companionship from fate. I never expected that the gentle and frail gentleman who had recently arrived in the village was actually the King of the Underworld. Gao Jun was taken away by him, and before the King, we were powerless.
I had intended to follow him, but at the moment Gao Jun was taken away, he wrote a few words in my hand: "Tiger Child, in the next life, I will wait for you."
Rest assured, in this lifetime, I will take good care of Tiger Child. Remember our promise to meet in a hundred years; if anyone dies at ninety-seven, wait by the Bridge of Helplessness for three years. Remember, you must wait for me…
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