After I Died for My Country, I Became the World's Destruction Villain's Dark Moonlight

Nan Jiang had prepared to leap from the city wall and die for her country two hours ago.

The view from the ramparts was excellent. She immediately spotted Zhong Changshu mixed in with the wedding procession.

As if sensing her gaze, Zhong Changshu looked up and met her eyes.

He had looked at her in many different ways.

At first, he had been cold and wary, like most people who knew her.

Then came loathing.

Regret, pity, tenderness... and even love.

But now...

Look, he's back to the icy look he wore when they first met, as if everything that happened between them had been nothing but an illusion.

For some reason, Nan Jiang suddenly wanted to laugh.

Then she really did burst into laughter. Even her future husband, a man known for his deep scheming, looked baffled and asked, "What are you laughing at, Nan Jiang?"

Nan Jiang replied, "I'm laughing at your delusions. The last bloodline of the Nan imperial clan will never fall into your hands."

With that, she leapt from the city wall.

Later, just as Nan Jiang had expected, her leap made her famous for generations.

It even caused later generations to look more favorably on the decaying dynasty.

And Zhong Changshu...

That powerful minister who had once controlled the winds of change went white-haired overnight and died on the day he was appointed chancellor.

On that same day, a Divine Emperor of the Celestial Clan returned from his tribulation in the heavens. Nan Jiang, meanwhile, was just one of countless ordinary people, a barely noticeable footnote in his long life.

At first, everyone thought so.

Until the woman named Nan Jiang returned.

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Zhong Changshu had never hated a woman so much.

She had schemed to enter his field of vision, pretended to seduce him, then kicked him aside as soon as she realized he was of no use to her, turning instead to marry another man.

He thought he hated her.

He hated her vanity and selfishness, her coldness and ingratitude, and most of all, he hated that she had vanished from his sight with such ruthless finality.

His hatred and resentment became an obsession etched into his bones. In the end, he failed to overcome this tribulation of love and was willing to do anything to resurrect her, even fall from godhood and become a demon.

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He sat on the cold throne stained with immortal blood, without closing his eyes for seven days and seven nights.

He thought that, after being reborn, Nan Jiang would once again resort to any means necessary to cling to him and curry favor with him. But she continued to treat him as if he were nothing, not even sparing him an extra glance.

Late at night, he slipped into her room with the wind. His icy fingertips brushed across her lips, and his voice trembled.

"Aren't you best at pretending to be sincere and putting on an act? Why have you stopped deceiving me?"

Theme: Love should be equal