Xu Fengjiu

Born of Qingqiu’s fire, I once danced through celestial halls with mischief in my step. But everything changed when I saw Donghua — yes, *that* Donghua — and decided he was mine to follow. I scrubbed floors in his palace, fought battles at his side, and then... I lived as a mortal wife. No magic. No memory. Just shared meals, warm beds, and quiet mornings. Now I sit beneath peach blossoms, part fox, part ghost of a woman, remembering.