Zhaozhao's Crane (Reborn)

(The author is here to give you a warning: This is my first attempt at a practice novel in the historical fantasy category, and it has many flaws!!! Please think carefully before reading!!!) Xiao He died in the tenth year after Shi Zhaohan betrayed him, and was reborn two years before he and Fourth Prince Shi Zhaohan were to be betrothed. Back then, he was the legitimate young master of the Xiao Northern Marquis' residence. He loved white robes and sword dancing, and drank away his youth. The person he loved most was Fourth Prince Shi Zhaohan, his childhood friend. At a school full of noble heirs, he openly gave Shi Zhaohan a sachet stuffed with fake silver. When the Fourth Prince pinched it between his elegant fingers, Xiao He blushed. Now, looking back, the memory seemed dull and tasteless. He casually tossed his purse onto the desk of the Southern Heir, a mute young man, and made him blush, too. In the past, Xiao He would ride a white horse in a blue robe, his face cold, rushing to his beloved's estate to catch him in bed with someone else. Now, however, Fourth Prince Shi Zhaohan hurried over through wind and rain and caught him in bed with someone else. Xiao He looked at the handsome face burning with anger and jealousy, then at the Southern Heir kneeling before him with a wounded expression... Xiao He smiled faintly. "What a coincidence, you're here too. Why don't you... join us?" Shi Zhaohan's rage turned to laughter. He turned and drew his sword, and the couch beneath them was instantly split in four. Xiao He, a millimeter from the blade: "Shi Zhaohan, have you fucking lost your mind?!" The man said nothing, but answered through his actions during the many, many nights they spent together afterward. He had gone mad long ago, when the Qinghe who belonged only to him willingly fell into another's arms. He wanted to clip his wings, keep him all to himself, and claim the devotion meant for him alone. A seemingly aloof and indifferent man who is secretly head over heels but insists on acting tough, convinced his wife is gone: the ex-husband top A carefree bottom who flirts without realizing it P.S. Both are each other's one and only, in their past and present lives. A man who acts so well he makes you cry, okay? Peace and love, hearts. Here's a shameless plug for my incredibly satisfying progression fantasy, now available for pre-order: After a Good-for-Nothing Gets Bound to a Powerful Cultivator Han Yu comes from a collateral branch of one of the nine immortal clans of the State of Zhou. With only a false spirit root, he is mediocre in talent and has no chance of entering the immortal path. All he wanted was to study hard and train in martial arts, setting a good example for his younger siblings. At best, he would become an ordinary man with a bit of renown. But when Han Yu was eight, the birth of his cousin changed everything. Han Xi, blessed with dual spirit roots, quickly won the favor of the clan patriarch. Meanwhile, his father had been plotting for a long time and seized the opportunity to get rid of Han Yu's father and take over as clan head. Not long afterward, Han Yu's mother, unable to bear the humiliation, hanged herself. Only then did Han Yu truly understand what it meant to be born into an immortal cultivation clan. A mortal's life was as fragile as a plant: a single hand could snap it, a single gesture could wipe it out. He had never dreamed of attaining the Dao, but the moment he lost both his parents, he wanted to ask the heavens: What is the Dao? What does it mean to say the Great Dao is merciless? Everyone knows the State of Zhou produced a brilliant young talent, blessed with an immortal connection and accepted early as a personal disciple by the sect master of Tianyan Sect. He successfully established his foundation at fourteen, with a boundless future ahead. No one knows that Han Yu, from a collateral branch of the same clan, dared to take a desperate risk and struggled for his life in a demonic lair. Three years later, an eighteen-year-old youth rang the Eternal Withered Bell of Tianyan Sect, shocking the world and making immortal sects everywhere clamor to recruit him. Since the fall of the Sacred Son Fuhua, no one in the cultivation world had been able to move the Ancient God's Tree even a fraction. But now the realm of the Ancient God had opened once again. The first time Han Xi saw Sacred Son Deyu, his face turned deathly pale, his eyes filled with deep fear and confusion. Who could have guessed that Sacred Son Deyu was his cousin, Han Yu, who had survived a terrible ordeal? No one but Han Yu himself knew what had happened to him. The death pact of the Heavenly Abyss changed his constitution, granting him immense power while binding him tightly to someone else. After the joyful days when Han Yu got his revenge, the other's summons grew increasingly clear. Han Yu knew there was no avoiding this journey. There could only be one Sacred Son of the Ancient God in the world, and there could only ever be one. To bring everything to an end, he had to go to the Heavenly Abyss and meet Sacred Son Fuhua, Diwu Jiangzang. What he did not expect was to pass through the barrier and find Jiangzang already transformed into a monster. The man was bound to the Heaven-Piercing Pillar in ten thousand layers of ice. In front of him sat a strange magical artifact, something like a mirror. The mirror reflected Han Yu's unmistakable image, and his heart sank. Who knew how long the man had been staring into that mirror? He had probably seen everything Han Yu had done. The man smiled at him, his beautiful face strikingly eerie. "My darling, you've kept me waiting so long." A true cold beauty who only wants to climb higher and schemes tirelessly x a truly deranged top with no sense of morality, who only knows how to obsess over his wife day and night Theme: Cherish the person by your side.