The Treacherous Minister's Wife Is Reborn

[Synopsis] From an awkwardly born burden to the wife of a treacherous minister who holds power over the realm. Yu Lingxin finally became utterly exhausted, closing her eyes with hatred in her heart after overcoming one hardship after another. Who would have thought that when she opened her eyes again, she would have returned to her girlhood days at home? Wait, wasn't someone supposed to fall ill around this time? How come he's clinging to her shamelessly, impossible to shake off? Yu Lingxin: Let go! Why do you keep touching my hand? Mr. Xun: Didn't you touch mine every day during all those years I was a memorial tablet? [In Progress] - [My Dog Emperor Is Reborn] (Former title: Reborn as the Tyrant's White Moonlight) [Short Synopsis] In her previous life, whenever Yan Rouyue complained about Xiao Zheng, she couldn't help secretly calling him a dog emperor. He had a terrible temper, was ruthless, and couldn't say something nice in a nice way. After being reborn, Xiao Zheng is still the same cold and imposing Prince Hui, but why does he act like such a lovesick puppy around her? Xiao Zheng: Whimper, woof. [Full Synopsis] When she was empress in her previous life, Yan Rouyue often felt as though she and Xiao Zheng were walking side by side through an endless, pitch-black night. Sometimes she would stumble, hurt and frightened, but could only cry softly. Sometimes he would be wounded, battered by blades and frost until his flesh and bones showed, yet he refused to cry out or make a sound. His eyes remained full of ruthless, unyielding light. As husband and wife, they stumbled along together. Sometimes they held hands tightly; sometimes they reached for each other but could not connect, and sometimes they even stabbed one another. Before she died of illness in Zhaoyang Hall, Yan Rouyue's final words to Xiao Zheng were, "I regret this life too late. In the next, let us not meet again." Yet afterward, her soul remained in a portrait, watching Xiao Zheng suffer night after night, wandering alone until his strength was spent. At the end, he held her portrait to his heart and was buried with it. Between darkness and light, she opened her eyes once more. The sky was bright, the sun was shining, and the heavens were clear. She had returned to the age of fifteen, just arrived in the capital and about to face one scheme after another. Xiao Zheng had also returned to his youth, still Prince Hui. A favored son of heaven, dressed in fine clothes and riding a spirited horse, he was arrogant, bold, and dazzling. "A Rou." He walked toward her once more, reaching out beneath the brilliant sun. All that passion, longing, yearning, and obsession could not be hidden, severed, or stopped. In both this life and the last, she was his only light. Coming soon: [Spoiled and Proud] #Sweet Romance + Chasing His Wife# #Beautiful Xiao Tang, Spoiled and Proud + Cold Crown Prince with a Soft Heart Beneath His Tough Exterior# The day her father and brothers were convicted and exiled, Lu Tang became the greatest laughingstock among the noblewomen of the capital. "She used to think herself beautiful and even dared to set her sights on the Eastern Crown Prince?" "Now she isn't even fit to be a laundry maid in the Crown Prince's residence!" Amid all the rumors, a truly beautiful young maid had indeed appeared in the usually refined Eastern Residence, with pale skin, glossy black hair, and eyes that shone with every glance. As time went by, everyone in and outside the palace gradually learned that she was the Crown Prince's treasured darling. No one dared provoke or touch her, and no one could speak ill of her, except the Crown Prince, who rarely smiled even a few times a year. The year the Crown Prince had no choice but to choose a principal consort, A Tang requested permission to leave the residence. The Crown Prince was always self-possessed. After a brief silence, he said, "It's good that you're so sensible." But when this little crabapple was truly gone from the Eastern Residence, the Crown Prince understood for the first time what it meant to miss someone so much that a single day felt like three years. When they met again, however, A Tang was no longer willing to come obediently to his side. "Didn't Your Highness say it was better for me to be sensible?" The Crown Prince still looked as stern as ever, but the passion in his eyes seemed ready to melt her. "Being spoiled and proud is what you deserve." Theme: