After Being Dumped, the Young Widower Was Reborn

The young widower was born into a distinguished family, but in his naive ignorance, he was tricked into giving himself to the scumbag emperor, who had been drugged. The young widower thought the man would come to marry him in a grand procession, but instead he was taken into the palace as a favored consort and subjected to endless humiliation and torment. At last, his heart went cold. He drifted to a mountain village, and to support himself and his child, he changed from gentle and courteous to fierce and foul-tempered. With a face that could stun the world, he traded insults with the old woman next door. When the emperor returned, he could hardly recognize him. After much effort, the emperor tricked him back into the palace. In front of all the ministers, the young widower cursed the emperor like a shrew, then stubbornly left with their frail child. Who could have known that once he left, they would never meet again? The young widower died not long afterward. They say that, as his breath grew faint, he still gritted his teeth and murmured a name: “Lu Qianjun, I hate you...” Thousands of miles away, when the emperor heard that the young widower had died, he suddenly spat out blood. He drifted through the rest of his life in a daze, and only on his deathbed did he finally dare to admit the wrongs he had done. Karma. It was all karma... He thought the debts he incurred in his wild youth would soon be forgotten, but he forgot that some people cannot be forgotten just because he wants to. What he regretted most, though, was that when he finally wanted to make amends and stay by that person's side, all that remained of him was a skeleton. Content Warnings: 1. Both leads are reborn, extremely melodramatic, a scumbag gong chases his wife through hell, one-to-one in body and heart 2. The author's writing is poor, the plot makes no sense, and the author is somewhat illiterate 3. Be sure to read the content warnings in the author's note of Chapter One Recommended farming novel: My Husband Is a Little Firecracker Zhang Yuming was unhappy with the husband his family had chosen for him. The man was a widower from a pair-bonded family who had fled a disaster, with a child in tow. Though beautiful as a painting, he was fierce and sharp-tongued, fighting with Zhang Yuming's stepmother every day and turning the household upside down. So, a year after their wedding, Zhang Yuming left. Using business trips as cover, Zhang Yuming saved a nobleman on the road. He helped the man achieve his ambitions, and kept helping him for over a decade. More than a decade later, Zhang Yuming had become a duke with great power. When the emperor offered him a marriage, he politely declined, explaining that he already had a husband back in his hometown. He went back to see him, only to discover something unbelievable. During the twenty years he was away, his husband had been driven out of the family home by his stepmother, stripped of everything, and left to live in a leaky thatched hut. He survived by working the fields and raised two children alone, even supporting his eldest son through the imperial examinations to become a successful candidate. Zhang Yuming could hardly imagine how much suffering this small, slender person, who only came up to his chest, had endured over the years. He approached his husband again. At first, the man rubbed at his faded clothes and briskly told the children to boil tea. But when he recognized Zhang Yuming, he lost his mind. Jiang Yu was thin, half his hair had turned white, and only his eyes shone with a frightening intensity as he stared at him. For the first time, Zhang Yuming understood Jiang Yu's lip movements. He said: Zhang Yuming, I hate you. Then he died in Zhang Yuming's arms, leaving him no chance to make amends. & Given another chance, Zhang Yuming got to know his husband all over again and cleared up their misunderstandings early. He doted on his husband until he became the most famous little firecracker for miles around. Back in the village, whenever Zhang Yuming sneaked out to drink, Jiang Yu would twist his ear and drag him all the way home. Later on, The usually proper and decorous people of the capital were left dumbfounded by the duke and his husband. The duke's pampered, plump husband hitched up his skirt, grabbed a feather duster, and chased the duke, a former military man, down two whole streets. Zhang Yuming was grateful for one thing: he was tall and long-legged, so Jiang Yu couldn't catch him. But he never expected Jiang Yu to one day learn the five-word curse that made a man's hair stand on end. Jiang Yu panted, gritted his teeth, and shouted with all the force he could muster: “I'm counting to three!” Zhang Yuming shivered, then held his head high again. He wasn't henpecked; he was just indulging the man. Jiang Yu's thigh wasn't as thick as his arm, so what if he threatened him with that famous five-word curse? After a few years of bickering and scuffling, one day Jiang Yu lay across Zhang Yuming's back, his lips close to Zhang Yuming's ear as they headed home in the sunset. For the first time, Zhang Yuming heard his usually fiery husband speak in a shy, gentle voice. He said: Zhang Yuming, I love you. P.S.: 1. This is a long story, so the pacing may be a little slow, but everything that needs to be written will be. The author has a backlog of chapters, so don't worry about starting. Muah! 2. Both the gong and shou have flaws. Neither is perfect, but they'll both grow into better people. 3. First time for both, with a size difference 4. The term “firecracker husband” in the blurb isn't meant to be insulting. It just describes the shou's character. The author couldn't think of another term, so it hasn't been changed. Please proceed with caution if that bothers you. Theme: Good and evil are always repaid, and the heavens always make the rounds.