Reborn as the Tyrant's Beloved

(My new novel next door, Sickly Beauty Marries a Playboy, is now out.) At sixteen, Mu Zhen, princess of Beiliang, rode alone for a thousand miles in search of her beloved, Xiao Yu. But her love was unrequited, and only on the brink of death did she finally understand that she could never warm this cold jade laced with poison. When she opened her eyes again, Mu Zhen was back in Beiliang. She no longer spoke of him. Everyone in Chen knew that the tyrant Xiao Yu had seized the throne, that he was cruel by nature and cared for nothing but power. Yet just as he took the throne and his influence began to grow, he rashly headed north and asked for the princess of Beiliang's hand, offering her the position of empress. A palace attendant in Beiliang pointed at the temporary encampment in the distance. "Everyone who wants to marry the princess is in there." Xiao Yu looked at the rows upon rows of tents, and his heart clenched. Remembering all the ways he had wronged her in his previous life, he turned and plunged into the camp. Inside the tents: Xiao Yu: "Who's that peacock?" Attendant: "The Consort's nephew, Your Highness's childhood sweetheart." Xiao Yu: "Who's the one bringing her soup?" Attendant: "The heir of the Marquis's household. He's been in love with Your Highness for years." Xiao Yu: "Who just came out of Her Highness's room?" Before the attendant could answer, Xiao Yu had already risen from his chair, his heart burning like the blazing sun. The peaceful harem, where everyone had always been courteous and accommodating, was suddenly thrown into utter chaos. The noble young men in the camp were killed or injured. Just as Xiao Yu had beaten all his rivals and stood confidently before Mu Zhen, she merely let her gaze pass over his face and smiled brightly as she called out to the person behind him: "Lord Zhao." Both leads are reborn. The male lead must win her back. The male lead is pure in both body and heart. Theme: It's never too late to start over and become a better person.