She died suddenly and transmigrated, relying on a cup of milk tea to go from setting up a stall outside a dilapidated temple to becoming an imperial merchant in the capital. Beside her were a "foolish" husband, a prodigal young master, and a clingy little boy. She did not know that in that cup of milk tea—which made immortals' magic power rise and the underworld's distractions vanish—was mixed the primordial chaos that she herself hadn't even noticed. Nor did she know that her younger brother Ming Yu, who had mended the heavens together with her, had been separated in the Six Paths for several hundred years just to find her. Not until that ballad rang out—"Zhao Luo emerges, heavenly fire streams. Ming Yu arrives, ten thousand bones grieve."—did she remember who she was. In this lifetime, she returned and laid her cards on the table.