The Tyrant's White Moonlight Revives Against the Odds

Everyone knows the current emperor holds absolute power and rules with an iron fist. He destroys the great clans and establishes new laws. Those who obey prosper; those who defy him perish. Upon the flesh and bones of his enemies, he has built a Great Zhou more prosperous than ever before.

Everyone in the palace knows one thing: the emperor is insane.

On the night he won the struggle for the throne, his wife, Shen Jiahe, fell into a deep coma. No spell could break it, no medicine could cure it.

He refused to believe she would die.

Anyone who wouldn’t allow Jiahe to be empress was killed.

Anyone who plotted to frame or replace Jiahe was killed.

Anyone who stood between him and a lifetime with Jiahe was killed.

Anyone who minded him keeping Jiahe in the Qianqing Palace, carrying her to banquets, or clinging to her and caring for her every day was killed, killed, killed, killed, killed.

He would remove every obstacle and prepare the highest honors and power for her return.

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Shen Jiahe somehow transmigrated to the modern world for fifteen years, then returned to Great Zhou without warning.

First, only a little over five years had passed here.

Second, her husband had become a terrifying tyrant.

Finally, she was the tyrant’s longed-for white moonlight, his first empress and wife. But while the tyrant pined for her, he had a son and a daughter with someone else.

Shen Jiahe: (A bad feeling)

Did she get stuck with the sacrificial white-moonlight role?!

The tyrant is not right in the head. This usually cold, ruthless, calculating emperor smiles gently only at her and quietly says he’s willing to atone. He can empty the imperial harem, kill his own children, and even castrate himself with his own sword. As long as Jiahe loves him, he doesn’t need his manhood!

Shen Jiahe listens with cold sweat running down her back, feeling terribly guilty.

Uh... actually, in the modern world she had three ex-boyfriends, an ex-husband, a current husband, and a whole crowd of close older and younger brothers... She’d only just remembered that she used to have an original husband, too.

If he finds out...

Will she, will she even survive?

Shen Jiahe x Pei Ke

Sunny, flirtatious puppy x gloomy, insecure emperor

[An alternate ancient setting with a mountain of personal liberties. This is a personal-preference story. Please don’t nitpick wording or demand strict historical accuracy, and don’t make wild accusations.]

[They hurt each other, but dote on each other in their daily life. Detailed content warnings are in the author’s note of Chapter 1. 😘]

The following is a preview of an upcoming novel

My Consort Wants to Kill Me Again Today

When Xiao Yan first reborn, he thought it was just an accident.

A frail, beautiful consort from Jiangnan, with nothing to her name, who spent all day acting coy and clingy, being jealous and picking fights, and crying whenever she suffered the slightest injustice, had somehow hidden a weapon and stabbed him, the emperor, to death.

He thought perhaps the imperial guards were simply incompetent.

He would never make that mistake again.

The second time he reborn, that consort poisoned him to death.

The third time, she burned them both to death in a raging fire.

The fourth time, he tumbled down a long flight of steps and died.

The fifth time, she dragged him underwater and drowned him.

The seventh time, she strangled him.

The eighth time...

By the time he reborn for the twelfth time,

every death Xiao Yan had suffered had been caused by her.

Xu Chunchao.

He had tried countless methods, all to no avail. He couldn’t catch her or get rid of her. She always found all kinds of bizarre ways to evade danger, get her hands on weapons through one means or another, then take him with her in a lovers’ suicide and start another life all over again.

It was as if even Heaven itself favored and protected her.

Whenever he was on the verge of death, Xiao Yan would see Xu Chunchao’s face: her flushed cheeks, her lovestruck gaze, and the sick smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

“Your Majesty, your concubine really likes you so much. She loves you...”

“Why can’t you give your concubine more love?”

“Why do you treat your concubine like that...”

“Your Majesty, stop looking at anyone else.”

“Your concubine will cling to you in every life.”

“Stay with your concubine forever, all right?”

“Your concubine’s forever lasts longer than death...”

She bent down to kiss him, sinking into it completely.

His consciousness sank once more.

...Xiao Yan was truly terrified.

On his thirteenth rebirth, he saw the young woman who had just entered the palace, skipping toward him like a butterfly and asking for a hug. Xiao Yan sighed, his head aching.

At last, he made an exception. He opened his arms, disregarding decorum and protocol, and caught her securely, drawing her into his embrace. The girl was so delighted she broke into a smile, chattering away in his arms as her cheeks flushed. She seemed overjoyed, rubbing and groping all over him.

She didn’t see the chill in Xiao Yan’s eyes.

Didn’t Xu Chunchao need love?

He could give it to her.

Xiao Yan x Xu Chunchao

A diligent, duty-bound, powerful emperor with a serious case of workplace fatigue

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An adorable, lovesick ghost girl who can kill the emperor every time

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Theme: Only mutual understanding can make love last.