Reborn, I Eloped with the Princess Sent Away for a Political Marriage

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Gu Changnian grew up in the lap of luxury. Her uncle was an emperor with power over all, and when she was sixteen, she was granted the title of princess.

The Xianhu people requested a bride. Her uncle couldn't bear to send his own daughter to marry far away in the desert, so Gu Changnian took the princess's place in the political marriage.

In the great hall, the Xianhu envoy solemnly promised that the Xianhu Khan would treat her well.

Gu Changnian left Chang'an in a daze. Looking back at the city's vermilion roofs and green tiles, she felt sad, yet excited, her heart newly awakened to love and full of longing.

Gu Changnian never made it to the end of the vast desert.

Not long after they married, the Xianhu Khan raised an army against her homeland. Gu Changnian died in the royal palace.

The Xianhu Khan, whose eyes had once been so gentle, coldly plunged his sword into her chest.

In that great hall where the wind howled mournfully, who wept until their eyes were red for her?

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Yan Bo'an was a wandering swordsman who took jobs killing people and protecting others. As long as the money was right, he'd do anything.

He first met Gu Changnian in the garden of the Gu residence. She smiled brightly and sweetly, completely unaware of what fate had in store for her.

Yan Bo'an was hired to escort her to her distant marriage in the desert. In the sunlight, she wore a ruqun and a string of Buddhist prayer beads. She looked lovely.

The next time Yan Bo'an saw Gu Changnian was at a Buddhist temple high in the Xianhu mountains. Gu Changnian knelt before the Buddha, with the Xianhu Khan behind her.

The last time Yan Bo'an saw Gu Changnian was in that great hall where the wind howled mournfully. Her eyes, once curved like crescent moons, were now as dry as a dead well. Blood streamed uncontrollably from her, and the girl he'd secretly loved would never open her eyes again.

"The pay for my last job was a string of prayer beads. That girl was always turning them over in her fingers as she recited, 'Amitabha.' I killed the Xianhu Khan, but on the Bridge of Helplessness, Lady Meng said my obsession ran too deep. She sent me back to the beginning."

When I opened my eyes again, my soul was back in my body. I stood beside her, and she tilted her head to look at me.

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1. Happy ending, one man and one woman. The male lead is reborn, and the female lead sometimes sees memories of her past life in her dreams.

2. In this story, the male lead is the strongest fighter in the world. He died of exhaustion in his previous life.

3. People aren't flawless jade from birth, and characters are bound to have their shortcomings. I'm sorry in advance if anything makes you uncomfortable. Please stop reading promptly to protect your eyes.

4. The setting is fictional and exists to serve the plot. Please don't overanalyze it.

Coming next: Historical matriarchal novel, She for Power and the Wicked

#The year Shu Yan turned seventeen, her mother brought her back to Chang'an.

The Chancellor's residence was full of carved beams and embroidered pillars. Shu Yan watched coldly as her elder sister, a fourth-rank official, lorded it over her. She swallowed her anger and entered the residence through a servants' side gate, becoming the most cautious young lady in the household.

Shu Yan's mother was the Chancellor, whose power reached across the court. She had raised a household full of wicked officials. Her elder sister held a fourth-rank post. At a glance, the entire Shu family seemed to bask in glory.

The year Shu Yan returned to Chang'an was the year the new emperor ascended the throne. As it happened, the new emperor was a delicate thirteen-year-old girl, several years younger than Shu Yan.

The new emperor's older brother, Crown Prince Fuyang Zhou Yun, used decisive methods to calm the people within a few months and secure the throne for his younger sister.

Not long after the new emperor took the throne, Shu Yan's elder sister died in the night. Shu Yan knew in private that she had been killed by Crown Prince Fuyang. The new emperor's faction had finally turned its sights on the Shu family.

In the middle of a torrential night, Shu Yan's mother summoned her to the study and gave her earnest instructions. Shu Yan had always looked very much like her older sister. Her mother switched them, and the next day Shu Yan went on living in her sister's place.

Just then, Crown Prince Fuyang, who had sworn never to marry, suddenly proposed to the Shu family.

Crown Prince Fuyang Zhou Yun became Shu Yan's husband.

Coming soon: Dragging Him Down from the Clouds

#Legend has it that the small Western Regions kingdom of Wumi was skilled in poison and gu. From nobles to commoners, anyone could easily poison an elephant. For centuries, the kingdom had remained isolated and rarely interacted with outsiders.

Wumi's priestess was a woman. Everyone said she was stunningly beautiful but ruthless, building grand projects and spreading wicked teachings, manipulating the king into obeying her every word. Everyone in Wumi feared the priestess, and no one dared provoke her.

The people said the priestess was no divine messenger, but a demon sent by Heaven to punish all living beings.

A Yimu was treated as a vessel from childhood, with countless gu poisons planted in her body. Like the other girls, she thought she would not live long. But as time passed, everyone else died from the torment of the gu insects. A Yimu alone survived.

So she took over the role of priestess and became the most revered person in Wumi. Even the king, who ruled with an iron fist, had to show her respect.

A Yimu would make everyone who had once trampled on or bullied her pay for it.

When she was seventeen, A Yimu saved a man from the Central Plains. He was dressed in rags and pale-faced. She brought him back to the temple, intending to use him as a new vessel to cultivate gu poison. But when the gu insects entered his body, the man, who had been barely breathing, suddenly came back to life.

He was as noble as jade and as clear as a breeze. Everyone feared A Yimu, but he alone would bring her a cup of tea when her face was twisted with rage. In his spare time, he even used Central Plains medicine to treat slaves of the lowest status.

The bright moon shone over the clouds. A Yimu thought it was a moon meant only for her, but its light fell impartially on everyone, just like the man she'd saved, whose refinement put him beyond her reach.

The people at the temple called him an immortal descended from Heaven.

But A Yimu was determined to drag him down from the clouds.

Theme: Break free of fate. Life has never followed a predetermined path