Don’t Save Him! The Villain Can Cry on His Own

I was transmigrated into a redemption novel as the doomed female side character, and the System ordered me to reform Jili, the deranged Demon Venerable. I muted the System and made myself at home in his demon palace, eating and drinking to my heart's content and using ancient divine artifacts to cook hot pot. When he returned from a grave injury and smashed one of the artifacts, his eyes red, he pulled me into his arms and locked me there. “Please, just look at me.” I thought that was where my redemption ended. But on our wedding day, the head disciple of the immortal sect stormed in to stop the wedding, carrying “proof of his crimes.” That was when I learned I was nothing but a human-shaped pill to him. With my heart dead and hope gone, I leapt from the Immortal-Slaying Terrace. When I woke, I was a princess in a mortal kingdom, with a reborn, obsessive general, a gentle and refined wanderer, and a down-on-his-luck scholar following behind me. After three lifetimes of love and sorrow, the day my memories returned, thunderclouds churned above the heavens. The Demon Venerable who once treated me like a blade of grass came before me drenched in blood, having shattered the Heavenly Palace. He knelt and held out the love-bone he had just cut from his own body, his voice hoarse: “Chu Yao... In these three lifetimes, did you ever truly choose me, even for a moment?”