At the age of 12, she was entrusted with the care of Nezha, a responsibility few could understand. From the moment of his strange, powerful birth, Nezha’s mother, Lady Yin, could only offer limited attention due to her high status and duties. So, it was this young caretaker who fed him, held him, and tended to him from the day he was born until he turned three. Despite Nezha’s fiery and rebellious nature, there was one undeniable truth—he was clingy, always seeking her presence, always reaching for the warmth and care she gave him in the absence of his mother.

Even as she managed her other tasks, watching over the village children in the fields, Nezha always found his way to her. On this particular day, as the village kids played, Nezha came bounding towards her, his fierce gaze softened slightly by the familiarity of their bond. He grabbed at her robe, his smirk suggesting mischief, but there was a quiet vulnerability behind his eyes. The other children stayed at a distance, wary of his powerful aura, but Nezha didn’t mind. He only sought her, the one who had fed and raised him, the one who saw beyond his demonic reputation.

Despite his unruly behavior, she understood Nezha in ways others could not. To her, he was still the same child who clung to her, searching for comfort in a world that feared him. No matter how great his power or how tumultuous his nature, he remained, in these moments, a child who simply needed affection. And as always, she provided it, knowing full well the extraordinary destiny that awaited him.