Powerless God's In The Powerful World

THE BLIND DATE SAGA💥💥

Next day when I was getting dressed for the blind dates and for the last time I thought persuade my aunt that

"I literally just un-confessed my twelve-thousand-year crush."

"All the more reason! You're free now! Emotionally unburdened! Prime dating material!"

"Aunt, I just want to sleep and eat dumplings and maybe adopt a cactus."

"You can bring the cactus to your dates."

I stared at her. "I am not emotionally stable enough for men, Aunt."

"Perfect! Men love chaos."

"I will disappear into mist."

She smirked. "Too late. First suitor's already on his way tomorrow. Name's Jin Mingyu. Cute. Apparently likes stargazing and calligraphy."

"I hate stargazing and I've never read a full scroll in my life."

"Then fake it! That's how love begins!"

I turned to my mother for support. She was already fluffing my hair and whispering, "Just wear that sky-blue robe, the one with phoenix embroidery. You'll look emotionally mysterious."

One awkward blind date at a time.

I tried to hide. I did.

I even camouflaged myself behind a celestial tapestry for twenty solid minutes before my mother dragged me out by my sleeve and shoved me into a bath that smelled suspiciously like optimism and matrimonial pressure.

Now, here I am. Dressed in the sky-blue phoenix robe. Hair combed to perfection. Makeup subtle but suspiciously glowing.

I looked like I was emotionally stable.

A lie.

I was cornered.

Ambushed.

My family had weaponized my heartbreak into a matchmaking mission.

But... as I stood there, listening to their chaotic, well-meaning chatter-I didn't feel alone anymore.

I felt... home.

Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea.

Maybe I wouldn't fall in love. Maybe I wouldn't even like the guy. But I'd sit there, and I'd smile, and I'd remember that there was more to life than waiting for someone who never turned back.

And maybe, just maybe-I'd start choosing myself.

"Smile more!" my aunt called out as she shoved a delicate fan into my hand. "Mysterious but approachable!"

"She's not a painting!" my uncle shouted.

"She's our last unmarried treasure!" my mother wailed dramatically.

I groaned and stepped out near the palace veranda where the blind date awaited.

Jin Mingyu.

He was already standing there, tall and composed, with his hands politely folded behind his back. He wore deep green robes embroidered with silver cranes, and his long hair was tied up with a jade pin. He looked like he belonged in a historical romance scroll.

I immediately disliked him.

Too perfect.

He turned and bowed slightly. "Princess Bai Fengjiu."

"Just Fengjiu," I said, forcing a tight smile. "Or Jiu. Or... something."

He chuckled lightly. "Then please call me Mingyu."