The Origin of the Demonic Advisor’s Granddaughter

Since always, ‘Pimprapa’ had been a simple person—easy to eat, easy to sleep, easy to live, and even easy to trust others. Rarely did she have arguments with those around her. Her job was good. She had her money, a great profile, a house, a car, and she had also finished putting her money into social security—all wrapped up in one person. Oh…, and she held the position of a single woman in an ivory tower that no one had ever dared climb up to and be such an eyesore.

It wasn’t that she wasn’t beautiful. It wasn’t that she wasn’t good. But the saying that "being too good will make no one desire you" fit her.

Beautiful, polite, gentle, humble, every inch a proper lady and a wife material. Attentive, intelligent, and pure.

They said that anyone who didn’t want her must be foolish. Then, every man who passed through her life must have been a fool.

The twenty-nine-year-old woman smiled at her singlehood. She sank onto the soft bed in her luxurious condo near her workplace, picking up her slim phone to quietly count down to her thirtieth birthday.

Tomorrow, let’s cook some food and make merit at the temple before going to work…

Pimprapa thought to herself, just like a Buddhist that was taught by her grandfather and grandmother since she was young. The digital numbers shifted according to the universal time standard. The pair of clear eyes gradually closed, bit by bit, and before the numbers indicated midnight, the owner of the radiant face had fallen into a slumber.

Pimprapa’s simple thirty-year-old life ended as simply as that—by sleeping.

Pimprapa opened her eyes to a different environment. From a working adult, she had become a newborn baby crawling out of her mother’s womb. Her philosophy was simple: anything was fine as long as it didn’t harm her. Even the midwife found her birth to be unusually easy.

“Wah!” The little baby let out a single sound to reassure her family. The one with an adorable face smiled brightly to welcome her new life, one that made her look cuddly.

It was a pity that each person had different karma and merits. Pimprapa was reborn into a family where her parents had many children. Especially in such a time of scarcity, her father, an ordinary forest hunter, couldn’t earn enough to support the family. The little girl was reluctantly left in front of an abandoned temple, since they had to save the lives of the other members of the family first.

Pimprapa understood it well. Hence, she smiled and hoped that, in the future, if they had fate to meet, she would nicely repay the kindness of those who gave her life.

She was somewhat fortunate that a mute, old beggar passed by and took pity on her, picking her up to raise her. She could grow because of how he stole goat and cow milk for her to drink. Even though he returned with bruises covering his body, the old man would always smile brightly every time he looked at the cute little face with the large peach blossom eyes. He was fine with starving, but he had never let the little one endure her hunger.

Five years passed. Pimprapa grew into a lovely little girl. The old beggar, whom she regarded as her grandfather, gave her the name ‘Ning’ai,’ which means “quiet love,” just like the love her grandfather gave her without needing to convey through words. Every morning, under the soft sunlight, he persistently took her into the city so she could hear spoken language, which he could not provide for her. What he could offer, however, was written language, poetry, and knowledge from various books that she wondered where the old man had gotten for her to learn through words written on the sand.

Perhaps Grandfather was a destitute scholar.

When Ning’ai turned five, compensation from the past life she had received from the netherworld began to manifest. “The Thousand Demons,” “The House’s Daughter,” and “A Fragment of Infinity” enhanced Ning’ai, making her far more capable than children her age. Even though she was small, she asked Grandfather to let her work in a teahouse. She worked fluidly, patiently, and with strength akin to a demon, any physical work seemed trivial to her.

The abandoned temple was swept and cleaned nicely. The area was clean. It seemed abundant, starkly different from before. Each morning, the old beggar would see an odd sight of the objects moving according to the thoughts of his little granddaughter, who was unrelated by blood. He couldn’t help but praise the gods who had gifted him a granddaughter blessed with numerous celestial powers. Yet, part of him worried for the future and repeatedly emphasized that she must not allow anyone to know about it.

Ning’ai agreed with the elder’s words with no objection, and she followed it strictly.

The life of the thirty-year-old grown woman proceeded simply within the body of a little kid until, when she turned nine, the elder took her out of the city. They journeyed across land and sand. They entered the forest and climbed mountains for an entire year. All of this was to reach an enormous, towering white marble gate. Inscribed on the plaque, in firm and elegant strokes, were the words “Ten Thousand Demons Palace.”

“Grandfather…” Ning’ai tugged on the hem of his sleeve, calling out to her grandfather in a soft voice. The surrounding atmosphere was silent. It seemed eerily quiet.

The elder patted the little girl’s head to console her, tightening his grip on the small, rough hand—rougher than other children her age. He was sad by how his little granddaughter had to work hard while other children her age still ran and played around. His clouded eyes grew dim. This decision was made solely for the granddaughter he loved as if she were his own flesh and blood.

Creak…

The sound of the massive door opening came. Beyond it stood a man dressed in clothes of fine texture, walking toward them with an imposing manner. His face was strikingly handsome, beyond anything Ning’ai had imagined. The corner of his lips was adorned with a smile. He had an air of a nobility and danger, though he seemed to be merely in his early twenties.

Which novel’s male lead had she just stumbled upon?

“Advisor, how have you been?” The young man greeted like a friend would do. His demeanor showed his respect.

“...”

There was no response from the old man. The elder in his tattered attire merely smiled and bowed slightly.

“You…” The young man mumbled in a weary voice. If he could kneel and beg forgiveness from the old man here, he would gladly do so. “The life debt from the past must have been a heavy one.”

The blood moon night at the Ten Thousand Demons Palace from ten years ago still haunted him to this day.

“Please, come inside first.”

Along the luxurious marble-paved path cutting through many buildings, there was only silence among the three individuals. The servants who saw them hurriedly lowered their heads, bowing to the ground with trembling bodies, unsure whether out of joy or fear.

“Lord! You’ve left the meeti—” A firm voice, accompanied by the massive figure of a man rushing toward them, abruptly stopped when he turned and saw the unfamiliar old man and the little girl. “This is…?”

“Advisor Huimo,” the young man addressed as “Lord” replied.

“R… Respects to the Advisor!!!”

And this marked the beginning of the little girl’s life in the Demons Palace.