After Getting Tangled Up with My Nemesis's Secret Identity

Liu Yu wasn't a good person in her previous life, and her end was no better.

Of course, she wasn't willing to die just like that. She used an ancient forbidden technique to be reborn, at the cost of someone willingly sacrificing their life for her.

As a dragon princess, Liu Yu had plenty of people willing to give their lives for her. She would have to choose carefully.

In her previous life, she had many lovers, both willing and unwilling.

Most were willing. There was only one who wasn't.

His name was Zhang Xun, a court official among mortals. Blinded by his beauty, Liu Yu accidentally formed a pact with him and had no choice but to take him back with her.

Zhang Xun was indifferent by nature and always cold toward her, yet he kept the shabby beaded hair ornament she had casually tossed to him.

On a starry, moonlit night, with rain falling by the river, Liu Yu pretended to twist her ankle. Zhang Xun blushed as he carried the princess on his back.

The princess obediently lay against Zhang Xun's back. Beneath her innocent face, no one could see her cruel heart. She kissed his reddening ear and asked in a soft, gentle voice, “Zhang Zhuoyue, would you give me your life?”

Liu Yu didn't know that Zhang Xun had already given her his life once.

In her previous life, amid raging flames and the fury of the people, everyone demanded the extermination of the last of the dragon clan. Zhang Xun desperately stood in their way, willing to have his bones ground to dust in exchange for the princess's life being spared.

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Mortal lives are finite. Not long after Zhang Xun died, Liu Yu heard that her nemesis, Yanling Yue, the only son of the Yanling clan of Huishan, had come out of seclusion.

She hadn't seen him for a hundred years. She never expected Yanling Yue to have become a widower in such spectacular fashion. He had abandoned his usual style for a plain white robe, except for an old hair ribbon wrapped around the bone of his left wrist, looking entirely out of place.

They said it had belonged to his late wife.

After a hundred years apart, Liu Yu had thought their relationship might have improved. But Yanling Yue's gaze grew colder and more inscrutable by the day.

Liu Yu: ?

What is going on?

Theme: The past is beyond recall, but the future is still ours to hope for