After the Bad Ending, I Became Everyone’s Moonlight

My next story is “Wilted Jade.” Please add it to your reading list~ ▼Synopsis Su Yaojing transmigrates into a book. After enduring seven lives of physical and emotional torment, she can finally regain her freedom First life: She is a plaything in the heir’s household, cherished and then cast aside several times. In the end, she is falsely accused of being a spy. The heir refuses to believe her defense and kills her with his own hands. Second life: She is forced to become the mistress of a high-ranking judicial official, and is nothing more than a substitute he keeps around to remind him of his beloved. When his moonlight returns, he immediately has someone drive her out of the city. Third life: A white-clad swordsman shelters her in his arms at a ruined temple. She doesn’t know that the young man covets the blood near her heart as a medicinal ingredient. He waits for her to fall in love, then cuts open her chest and takes it himself. … Su Yaojing grumbles and curses her way through each task. Later She has just put on a new secret identity when she discovers that the men she once treated badly have all turned up in front of her, one by one, red-eyed and looking deranged. They stare at her in despair and anguish, like men drinking poison to quench their thirst, carefully asking her where someone is. Su Yaojing: “I know the person you’re looking for very well. She’s one of my old secret identities, and I threw her away. I don’t need her anymore :)” #Everyone Gets Their Comeuppance, Their Ashes Are Scattered to the Winds #A Massive Group Bonfire #I Just Want to Give Every Boy a Home ^.^ Home Sweet Home: The Crematorium tips: 1. There are many twists. What you see at first may only be the surface. 2. The heroine is the biological child. Whether the other characters are adopted will be decided as the story goes. 3. One-on-one romance. 4. Please don’t mention other stories in the comments, and don’t mention this story under other stories (bowing). 5. (Added after completion) I don’t accept writing advice on completed stories. There’s no need to announce that you’re dropping the story. For personal reasons, I don’t like comments giving writing advice or talking about dropping the story. Comments insulting the heroine will be deleted; other criticism and praise are welcome. Cover character art used with permission from @Qianhe Shengfei ▼Upcoming story 1: “Wilted Jade” Synopsis↓~ When Li Qiang saw Shengyu again as an adult, she was rolling around in the mud. Beneath the blazing sun, covered in filth, she lifted her head from the muck. Her face, as radiant as flawless white jade, still shone just as brightly. He took Shengyu home and made arrangements for her. The girl who had once made his heart race in their innocent youth had now become a guest in his cage, a swallow beneath his eaves, a trinket in his palm. Li Qiang was very pleased with himself. He had never been this pleased, not even after routing a hundred thousand enemy troops. Shengyu was born the cherished young lady of the Fu family, a girl of wealth and status. Only bright stars could catch her eye, and nothing but splendid clouds could become her skirts. Then her family was destroyed. Stripped of her surname, she became a lonely ghost in this world. No bright moon remained overhead, and all she had in her bowl was sour porridge. But then she saw Li Qiang, the young general from her carefree childhood. He was now a dashing, valiant man, indulgent in his affection and innocent and passionate when it came to love. She couldn’t help falling for him, despite having nothing to her name and wearing rags. Shengyu used every ounce of strength to return his affection, burning her tattered clothes for warmth and offering her hot tears as pearls. Until at last, Li Qiang admitted that, to him, she was worth no more than a house, a rare ornament, or a bolt of fine linen that was reasonably comfortable and useful. Everyone thought Shengyu ought to accept her fate. She did, but not entirely. Fate is given by Heaven, but the heart belongs to oneself. She may be bored with life, weak and timid, but what she holds in her heart can be given and taken back. No one can ruin that. Besides, wild grass has its own virtues. Wherever she lives, she lives; why insist on a palace with green tiles and gilded walls? She says, “The world is vast, and there are plenty of places to go. My lord, we don’t have to meet again.” - ▼Upcoming story 2: “After the Tyrant’s Despair” Synopsis↓~ /Third-person narration/ The book says that if I want to go home, I have to teach Emperor Jie to love and hate. I tried to give him tenderness and affection, but everything I gave him vanished like a stone sinking into the sea. He was nothing but a cold statue of an evil spirit, watching me struggle for love and obsess over him without the slightest reaction. That was when I understood that someone born without empathy would never be moved by another person’s suffering. If he couldn’t learn to love, I would have to teach him to hate. I took on four different identities. With the first, I even fooled myself, giving him all my love without reservation. With the other three, I did everything I could to make him suffer. Later, on the night I was crowned empress, dressed in a bridal robe and wearing a phoenix crown, I cut open my own flesh and dug out the longevity worm he had forced me to cultivate for Consort Yun. With a mocking smile, I wished him and Consort Yun a long life together. I knew full well that the longevity worm wasn’t mature yet. Even if Consort Yun ate it, it still wouldn’t cure her illness. At that moment, I finally heard the notification that Emperor Jie’s hatred level had reached its maximum. I left the book and went home. I didn’t know that on that night, Emperor Jie, whose monstrous child was said to have been born, looked like a ghost as he tore the love knot from Consort Su’s hands and plunged recklessly into the rushing river, trying to retrieve the body of a woman wearing a phoenix crown. Back home, I was still the most cherished daughter of the former chancellor’s household. The new emperor was no longer called “Emperor Jie.” He had become a ruler who loved his people like his own children. His empress’s position remained vacant. I heard that Consort Yun, once favored for many years, had been banished to the Cold Palace for some offense, and no one had heard from her since. None of it had anything to do with me anymore. The dynasty had changed, and my father had lost all interest in court affairs. He planned to retire and return to his hometown. He brought me and the promising student he favored before the new emperor to bid him farewell, and while he was at it, ask for an imperial decree granting me and my beloved He permission to marry, so we could spend our lives together in the countryside, amid golden plums and plump apricots, beneath a moon shining over buckwheat flowers as white as snow. I straightened up and bowed, calm and respectful. “Your Majesty, your humble subject’s daughter and He Lang are deeply devoted to each other. I ask Your Majesty to bless our union.” Far away in the hall, behind nine strings of pearls beneath a gilded crown, the new emperor, revered for his virtue and prestige, gripped the arms of his dragon throne. His eyes were fixed on my face, as if they might bleed. - Theme: There’s no cure for regret