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“You really are the one.” He stepped closer, lifting Phong’s chin. “My curse: I must find a soul who willingly binds theirs to mine, not out of fear, but out of… se duyên . True affinity. I’ve eaten ninety-nine greedy cultivators. I’ve scared away ninety-nine brides. But you? You care about brushes.”

The palace hummed. Lanterns lit themselves one by one, revealing a long, red-carpeted hall. But instead of ghosts jumping out, a brush and inkstone floated toward him. A silken scroll unrolled, with elegant, chilling words: “Ngươi có duyên với chủ nhân nơi này. Hãy viết lời thề kết tóc. Nếu không, vĩnh viễn không được ra.” (You share a fate with the master of this place. Write a wedding vow. If not, you shall never leave.) Phong blinked. “I… I’m a broke scholar. I don’t even have a wife. Or a husband, not that I’d mind, but—wait, master ?!” ------- Ma Cung di Se Duyen Bl

“Then you write a better one, ghost king.” “You really are the one

Linh appeared in a wedding robe, no longer joking. “Last trial. Kiss me willingly, or the door opens. One is freedom. The other is me.” I’ve eaten ninety-nine greedy cultivators

Linh stared. Then, for the first time in a thousand years, he laughed.