Those Years I Made the Male Lead Cry

"Young Master Wenyu, your name does not suit you." He Zui, now the head of the sect, wore the red robes of a priest. Before a gathering of young noblemen, she delivered this judgment on Chu Wenyu, the adopted son of the Duke of Chu, standing below the jade steps. The sect leader, revered by the Son of Heaven, had publicly humiliated him. Young Master Wenyu, dressed in a gorgeous, flowing robe with wide sleeves in the Chu style, slowly raised his dark lashes and gazed at the woman on the steps. Red-tipped eyes, pale pupils, dark brows and crimson lips. He lifted his head, and the entire hall fell silent. Adornments were all the rage in Chu, a land renowned for its beauties. Young Master Wenyu was among the finest. From then on, Young Master Wenyu became famous throughout the feudal states for his beauty. * He Zui humiliated him for one reason only: to protect herself. After accidentally overhearing a heavenly secret, she needed a single tear from Young Master Wenyu. But according to the historical records, Young Master Wenyu had never shed a tear. * He Zui watched with her own eyes as he picked up the flimsy outer robe that had fallen from his shoulder with one pale hand, rose calmly from the disheveled floor, then drifted past her with a faint smile. He seemed so untroubled, as if the humiliation she'd just witnessed, having wine poured over him, had been nothing but a dream. But she knew full well that wasn't true. From then on, Young Master Wenyu would hunt down everyone who had humiliated him, one by one, and wipe them out. ...And she would be no exception. A ruthless female lead who provokes people to her own doom by any means necessary x a beautiful, tragic male lead who can bend with the wind and strike back Note: Fictional setting. Best not to overthink it. Theme: Love life and live it well.