Willful Slave

[Sickly, unhinged beauty vs. beautiful, strong, tragic male lead]

In her previous life, Li Shu was the eldest princess whom no one in the entire Southern Dynasty dared to provoke.

She was stunning and spoiled, making everyone forget that she was a sickly girl who wouldn't live past twenty-five.

When she came of age, she pursued the prime minister relentlessly but got nowhere, so she took a slave to amuse herself. The slave was handsome and obedient, so she casually gave him a name.

She never expected that, after knowing him for just six years, she would be humiliated on her wedding night, see her country fall and be imprisoned, then have her final four years brought to an end by a single poisoned pill he gave her.

Thankfully, she was reborn. Thankfully, he was her slave.

But little by little, she realized something was wrong.

The slave who had once been like a dog now looked at her neck and lips with the gaze of a hungry wolf.

Then one night, she woke in a feverish sweat. Through her bleary, tipsy eyes, she saw him, fully dressed, kneeling reverently at her bedside and biting her right ear.

She wore only a thin robe, and a scorching hot, rough palm rested on her cool waist.

Half asleep, she heard him say, “Eldest Princess, you belong to this slave. In every life, you will belong to me.”

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Song Changyuan had enjoyed a life of unbroken good fortune. He was the empress's legitimate son and the crown prince of the Song Kingdom, and his beauty and talent were unmatched in the world.

Then a coup erupted. His mother was killed, his maternal clan was wiped out, and he, the deposed crown prince, fled and became a slave.

At the royal hunting grounds, the arrogant, domineering eldest princess of the Southern Dynasty claimed him and bestowed the name Li Xi. She wanted him to shine, so he would make himself look the part.

But she was running toward someone else, and even smiled at him, half dead, saying, “Your pride reminds me of him. Get lost.”

Get lost? Fine.

Three years later, he conquered the Southern Dynasty and built a palace of pepperwood to imprison her. Three years after that, she died in the place of his empress.

In life, they shared one quilt; in death, they would share one grave. Though he had endured every hardship and fallen into hell, he had never believed in the gods.

Yet he still held her unchanged face tightly in his arms and knelt before the Buddha, begging until he died.

He was greedy. He wanted his beloved eldest princess to be his in every life, forever.

Sure enough, when he raised his eyes, she was there before him again.

Note: The entire story is set in a fictional world. One-on-one romance.

Coming soon: The Villainous Demon Dragon Is Self-Shipping Every Day

Yun Yang was the unrivaled senior sister of Linxian Sect. She was peerlessly beautiful, a master swordswoman, and only one step away from ascending to immortality.

Then that demon dragon destroyed everything. Her sword failed to kill him, and instead she awakened to the truth as she lay dying.

It turned out she was merely a minor cannon-fodder character in a melodramatic wife-chasing novel. She failed to slay the dragon, but gave the heroine, her junior sister, the perfect opportunity.

But when she opened and closed her eyes, the demon dragon had let her go.

Back at Linxian Sect, Yun Yang only wanted to stay as far from her junior sister as possible. She was just cannon fodder. Why dream of ascending to immortality?

But while she was busy keeping her distance, she ran into the story's villainous junior brother.

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Ao Youqian was the last white dragon in Wuyuan. His standards were so high that he would rather endure his mating season than have anything to do with a black dragon.

He had finally endured until the last day, only for a female cultivator to tear off his protective scale and stab him with a sword.

He was furious. He would kill her.

But the woman was simply too beautiful, so he claimed her instead, and even found a way to erase her memories of their wild encounter.

When they met again, he dutifully called her Senior Sister, but never took his eyes off her.

She must have been unable to forget him, which was why she always wore his protective scale around her neck. She must have loved him desperately, which was why she always ran away whenever she saw him.

Well, then, he would graciously accept her feelings. Who knew, perhaps she was already carrying his egg.

Yun Yang, burning dragon scales: “?” Why won't this ugly thing break already?

Theme: In the darkness, you are the light.