Am I Still Fighting to Clear My Name Today?

Cui Yu, officially certified by the martial world as a charlatan.

He finally landed a government post, only to suffer workplace bullying:

Client A: "Drink this cup of tea. Only when the poison flares up every month can you prove your loyalty!"

Client B: "My dear subject, help me check the feng shui of my grave, will you?"

Client C: "Son, your father had no choice."

Cui Yu looked at the old acquaintances before him. He had faked his death and escaped ten years ago, and now the enemies who had joined forces to send him to his grave back then had become his superiors and VIP clients?

Cui Yu made a quick calculation and flipped the table: These villains are too much trouble to manage!

So:

He had his elder brother draw lots. "Lord Yuan, this is the worst lot... You won't come to a good end."

He carefully plotted to take his life.

He read the emperor's fortune. "Your Majesty, the Purple Star is dim. I'm afraid swords and soldiers are in your future."

During the rebellion, he took an arrow for the emperor to win his trust.

He told his enemy's father his fortune. "You've got a bloody calamity coming, old sir!"

Then he arranged an assassination that very night.

All of the capital was talking:

The new Steward Cui is so frail he can't even look after himself, and every fortune he tells ends in blood!

Until the night of the palace coup, when the sky glowed red with blood.

Dressed in pure white, Cui Yu stood atop the high steps. He leisurely shed his sickly disguise, revealing a long saber gleaming coldly in his hand.

"Your Majesty, the reading says your brow is dark today. It would be best to avoid bloodshed."

He leaned forward and gave the old acquaintances filling the hall a brilliant smile, just like the one he had worn all those years ago.

#Ten years after faking my death, I became coworkers with my enemies

#The entire court knows I'm a charlatan, but no one realized I'm the white moonlight they mourned for ten years

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Title: Reborn in My Enemy's Bed

After being reborn, Wen Xu found himself lying in the bed of his mortal enemy.

That was the Demon Lord Yin Zhaolin, who had put a bounty of tens of millions of spirit stones on him and sworn to grind his soul to dust.

In his previous life, he was the Divine Venerable who sacrificed himself to Heaven for all living beings. Before his soul dispersed, the only one he spoke the cruelest words to was the fire lotus he had raised with his own hands.

Later, the fire lotus fell into demonic ways, burned through the Three Realms, and searched every corner of the heavens and earth for a fragment of his soul.

Everyone in the Three Realms said the Demon Lord hated him to the bone.

But now, Yin Zhaolin gripped his wrist and pinned him to the bed, his eyes filled with madness. "Wen Xu, you dare come back."

Wen Xu had lost his memories. He stared at him in a daze and asked, "Do we... know each other?"

Yin Zhaolin let out a low laugh. "Wen Xu, you taught me that debts must be repaid."

"You ran too fast in your last life. This time, we'll settle our accounts slowly."

Theme: Clearing a wrongful conviction