The Charming Tea Merchant

[Writing in progress... Updates every other day~]

Reborn + transmigration + hidden identities + winning back a wife + one-on-one, both chaste

A reborn demon lord, a substitute for the aloof beauty on the mountaintop, vs. a male attendant who's a scheming, tea-loving lunatic

In her previous life, she was a great demon lord reviled by all. The gods tore out her scales, melted her bones, and cast her down from the heavens. When she woke again, she had gained divine status and ascended to a god's throne, yet she was still a disgraced... sinner god!

So be it. A sinner god was still a sinner god. In both her past and present lives, she'd been left with a sullied name. She was carefree and unrestrained, until she descended to the mortal world and met a male attendant with truly exquisite tea-making skills.

She chased clues from her past life to hunt down traitors among the demon clans, while he chased after her, begging for her favor.

Jiran: "Your Highness, are you done with me?"

The first time, Diyou knocked him out to get some peace and quiet, then left with no promise of return.

When she saw Jiran again, his eyes were full of sorrow. "Your Highness, were you forced to leave, or did you enjoy yourself too much to come back?"

He seemed lowly and meek, but his five fingers clamped tightly around Diyou, refusing to let her hide or break free.

So the second time, Diyou gave him a powerful remedy: a rich soup brewed by Granny Meng, delicious and sweet, that wiped away all memories of the past and made him like a newborn.

But Diyou never expected that getting rid of one lovesick little tea-loving man would bring a mad great demon lord down on her head.

From then on, the customs of the Wilds went downhill! That mad demon lord played helpless every day, while the rebellious goddess drank and caroused every night.

Until one night, the two of them went too far.

His face flushed red, mist gathering in his eyes. "Demon Lord, now that you've had me, you can't run away again."

Diyou woke up and froze on the spot... Drinking too much had gotten her into trouble, and she'd behaved disgracefully while drunk. She regretted it deeply.

She looked at the still-sleeping man, straightened her clothes and fixed her hair one moment, then vanished in a flash the next, leaving no trace.

After that day, the Wilds were thrown into chaos, and rumors flew everywhere.

Once they had been a perfect pair, but now he slept alone. The great demon swept his sleeve across the candles by the bed, shattering them, while his palm clutched the quilt they'd shared that passionate night.

"Run... You still think you can run?" He gently brushed the corner of his mouth, where her lingering warmth remained. "You're always so wild. If I couldn't keep you with me after one night, then I'll just have to do it a few more times."

Theme: Be your own light. Rely on neither moon nor stars.