The Powerful Minister's White-Moonlight Ex-Wife Is Reborn

Three years ago, Shi Ni, the beloved granddaughter of the greatest Confucian scholar in the land, was killed on her way to her wedding. Her fiance, Song Congji, came from a distinguished family and was exceptionally talented. He was said to be outstanding in both character and appearance, a heaven-blessed young man every woman in the Great Sheng Kingdom wanted to marry.

Three years later, Shi Ni was reborn as Bai You, the frail daughter of a marquis's household. Her fiance was once again Song Congji.

The next time she heard people speak of him, the bright and noble young man had become an aloof, ruthless minister, so terrifying that people fled from him as if he were a venomous snake.

There were countless malicious rumors about Song Congji, but the most widespread tale in the inner households was how deeply he loved his deceased wife, Shi Ni.

They said he knelt all night at the Duke's estate so he could bring Shi Ni's memorial tablet into his home as his bride.

They said he missed Shi Ni so desperately that he searched everywhere for people with extraordinary abilities, all to recover his dead wife's remains.

They said he had kept himself pure for Shi Ni, turning away everyone who came to propose a match...

He had gone mad like this all because of Shi Ni.

Shi Ni, who had somehow been saddled with the blame: ???

We never even met...

[Reader's Guide]

1. Fantasy setting, sweet romance, updates at night

-- Next book: The Strongest Sword Cultivator Is My Villainous Disciple --

Jiang Dengxin transmigrated into a book, becoming the senior sister in a xianxia novel who was jilted by a scumbag and used as a stepping stone by a wicked woman before turning evil. The two schemers teamed up to drive her into demonic cultivation, and the Demon Lord wiped out her entire family, leaving them as the most disposable of cannon fodder.

Jiang Dengxin: "..." My fists are clenched.

To rewrite her tragic ending, Jiang Dengxin dumped the scumbag, tore into the wicked woman, and devoted herself to building her career. And because she learned that the future Demon Lord's natural enemy was a sword cultivator, she set about training her only disciple to become one.

Her little disciple was as upright as a pine, with the bearing of a cool breeze and bright moon, and the perfect constitution for sword cultivation.

His temper was a little bad and his nature a little hard to read, but that was fine. If you knew how to spin a tale, there was no child you couldn't successfully brainwash.

"My dear disciple, see all this chaos in the cultivation world? That scoundrel, the Demon Lord, did it."

"My dear disciple, see that poor mother and child who were abandoned? That scumbag, the Demon Lord, did it."

"My dear disciple, see those fellow cultivators swinging from the city gate? That lunatic, the Demon Lord, did it..."

Her little disciple lounged against Jiang Dengxin's bed, pressed close to her ear, and said, "Master, what else do you know about that Demon Lord? You were too far away just now, so I couldn't hear. Say it again?"

Later, her little disciple became the number-one sword cultivator in the immortal realm, his sword's roar echoing across a thousand mountains.

Whoever he was, the moment they saw him, they fell to their knees before a fight could even begin.

Jiang Dengxin happily went to settle the score with the Demon Lord ahead of schedule.

But when she saw the Demon Lord seated on his throne, his features cold and clear... Jiang Dengxin felt a mouthful of blood catch in her throat.

"Master, I've been waiting for you."

Jiang Dengxin: "..."

Theme: Strive to embrace a beautiful life.