My Archenemy Went Mad After I Died

For the ten years after Fang Zhuqing died, her soul clung to a sword belonging to her nemesis, her senior brother.

Back then, she was the sect's favored Holy Maiden, while her senior brother Ye Xunzhou was an arrogant genius and prodigy.

She resented always being overshadowed by him and deliberately antagonized him at every turn.

They were like fire and water, arguing constantly for a hundred years.

Fang Zhuqing thought that he must be happy she was dead.

Fang Zhuqing stayed by Ye Xunzhou's side as a sword spirit. She watched as a transmigrator took over her body and stole her name.

Her family doted on "her," her sect protected "her," and even her childhood betrothed treated "her" with endless tenderness.

They married and became a devoted couple, envied by everyone in the cultivation world.

Only Ye Xunzhou, who had always hated her most, remained cold toward "her."

He looked at "her" as if she were a filthy illusion. Fang Zhuqing had expected as much, since everyone in the sect knew they were sworn enemies.

Not long afterward, chaos engulfed the sect. Using her body, "she" slaughtered innocents and became the target of everyone's condemnation.

To get rid of "her," Ye Xunzhou turned against the entire sect. He risked his life cultivating forbidden arts and destroyed the Heavenly Dao. After giving everything he had, he fought his way through a mountain of corpses and retrieved her cold remains.

After killing her enemy with his own hands, he knelt at her grave all night. Then his inner demon devoured him, and he died beyond saving.

Only then did Fang Zhuqing learn that the one person who had recognized that she had been possessed was Ye Xunzhou, the very man she had always considered her nemesis.

Fang Zhuqing didn't understand why, but an inexplicable sorrow welled up in her heart.

When she opened her eyes again, she had been reborn.

Beneath the bodhi tree, the young man stood tall and elegant, his handsome features still cool and distant. He turned his head and scoffed. "You want me to go easy on your useless fiance in the competition? Dream on."

She shook her head, rose onto her tiptoes, and gently kissed his cheek. Pointing at the spirit tree across from them, she whispered, "I want to eat that."

The boy froze, a blush spreading from his ears to his neck.

Fang Zhuqing said, "Pick it for me, and I'll listen to you."

Later, Ye Xunzhou's endless chatter often rang in her ears:

"Fang Zhuqing, can you not marry that useless guy?"

"Fang Zhuqing, do you want the fish in the sky or the stars in the lake?"

"Fang Zhuqing, what do you... think of me?"

[Reader's Guide]

1. One-on-one romance, happy ending, both leads' first and only partners.

2. A story about a young man and woman growing together, sweet with a little angst (please think twice before reading if you dislike angst!).

3. She is the heroine; "she" is the transmigrator.

4. In every lifetime, the hero has only ever loved the heroine.

Pure body (no intimate contact with anyone of the opposite sex)

Pure heart (has only ever fallen for the heroine)

Pure reputation (no rumors, exes, or unattainable first loves)

Pure household register (no concubines, no other partners, only the heroine by his side)

5. The events in the blurb are not presented in chronological order in the main story.

Coming soon:

He Nian is an unloved princess living in the cold palace. When a secret imperial decree arrives, she is forced to take her elder sister's place and marry Prince Zhao, Qi Che, becoming a spy planted by the Empress Dowager at his side.

Qi Che has held power over the court for years. Everyone praises his elegance and integrity, and countless women dream of him day and night.

Only she knows that Qi Che is ruthless by nature, and beneath his beautiful exterior lies a cruel, bloodthirsty heart.

She carefully passes along information, never making the slightest mistake. In the end, however, the Empress Dowager has her silenced, and she dies with a grudge.

When He Nian opens her eyes again, she has been reborn on her wedding night.

Remembering her miserable fate in her previous life, when she was at the mercy of others, she falls silent.

So she swaps in the poison she prepared in advance, intending to fool everyone.

By a twist of fate, the poison turns out to be an aphrodisiac, and they spend a wild night together.

He Nian's face turns pale. The man before her looks indifferent as he leisurely straightens his robes and says in a cold voice, "My lady."

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Fate has other plans, and the drug's effects return more than once.

First, at a palace banquet, in a secluded spot among the rockeries.

He Nian has just said goodbye to a friend when Qi Che wraps his arms tightly around her from behind, shadows unmistakable in his eyes.

"Don't tell me, my lady, that you want to ask someone else for help?"

Then, during a spring hunt, deep in the woods.

He drives He Nian back step by step, gripping her waist tightly with one broad hand.

Qi Che leans down and gently strokes her trembling lips. In a slow voice, he asks, "At a time like this, where do you think you can hide, my lady?"

Qi Che and the Empress Dowager have long been at odds. Since He Nian was sent by the Empress Dowager, she is convinced that Qi Che must hate her to the bone. Surely that's why he deliberately gives in to his desires in bed.

Just as she's resolved to find another way to break the curse, she happens to overhear a doctor speaking to someone: "That medicine has no effect on the prince, so there's naturally no need for an antidote."

She recalls Qi Che reminding her that morning to keep their appointment.

He Nian's thoughts stir.

One-on-one romance, happy ending, both leads' first and only partners.

Theme: Love comes naturally to the heart. This sorrow has nothing to do with wind or moonlight.