The Aloof Immortal Lord Is My Ex, Whom I Once Wronged

Novel blurb: Bai Shihuan was reborn and bound to a System. The System told her that if she completed its missions, she could escape the tragic death she'd suffered in her previous life. So she sought out Xu Wangqing and helped and loved him through his darkest days, winning his complete trust and making him fall into the sweetest romance. Then she left without hesitation, just when his love for her was at its deepest. She thought the two of them would never cross paths again. But three months later, she not only showed up at the Weiyun Immortal Sect, she also had to obediently address him as “Martial Uncle” in front of all the disciples. At the Weiyun Immortal Sect, the foremost sect in the cultivation world, disciples were being recruited. Talented youths from all walks of life gathered to compete for the chance to become Immortal Lord Wenxiao's disciple. The peerless Heavenly Spirit Root, the boy born with a sword bone, the darling of the Heavenly Dao, the once-in-a-generation genius who reached Foundation Establishment in a single day... They all fought tooth and nail for him, each hoping to become Immortal Lord Wenxiao's first disciple. Legend had it that Immortal Lord Wenxiao was mysterious and difficult to approach. But no one expected the dispassionate, desireless Immortal Lord to be captivated at first sight by a young woman who had just joined the sect. From that moment on, the boundless scenery took on color, and she filled his dreams. No one knew that she had seen him at his most wretched, or that they had once kissed and touched each other's lips. In Immortal Lord Wenxiao's bedchamber. The usually cool and dignified immortal lord asked in a hoarse voice, “Why did you leave me behind?” Bai Shihuan was trapped in the corner of the bed with nowhere to run. Seeing his eyes grow slightly red, her heart softened a little. “...Be good. I know I was wrong.” Upcoming novel blurb: On her way back to the capital, Cheng Weiyao met Pei Lan, the Prime Minister's son. Pei Lan was not only handsome, but also talented, refined, and upright. They traveled back to the capital together and fell for each other. When it was time to part, Pei Lan vowed with deep feeling, “Once I return to the capital, I'll tell my parents. I'll bring the betrothal gifts and come ask for your hand.” Cheng Weiyao accepted, bashful and shy. Cheng Weiyao waited and waited. From the first peach blossoms to the shade of the willows, from hopeful anticipation to rumors sweeping the city, she waited, only to see Pei Lan standing beside her half-sister, a perfect match, like a couple of immortals. Everyone laughed at the eldest daughter of the Cheng family for foolishly imagining that he would love her, when it was all one-sided. Only then did Cheng Weiyao finally realize the truth: she was living in a book. Pei Lan and her half-sister were the destined leads, fated to overcome hardships and end up together. She was nothing more than an insignificant supporting character, a tiny obstacle in the way of their love. Cheng Weiyao had been pampered since childhood. She had never endured such humiliation. In a fit of defiance, she turned around and agreed to the marriage that left everyone speechless: She would marry Xiao Muyou, the most notorious man in the capital. From then on, she would make Pei Lan bow respectfully and call her “Princess Consort” every time he saw her. On her wedding day, a procession of red bridal finery stretched for miles, and gongs and drums rang through the air. Pei Lan blocked the road she had to take. Dressed in plain white, he looked frantic and regretful. As they passed each other, he called her name in a near-humble whisper: “Weiyao, don't marry him.” Beneath her veil, the corners of her lips curved gently upward. “Young Master Pei, please mind your manners.” Later, Pei Lan knelt in the snow, eyes red, begging her to change her mind. Xiao Muyou casually wrapped a white fox-fur cloak around her shoulders, his fingertips brushing her cool cheek. Tall and straight as a pine, his features cold and striking, he turned to Pei Lan with a wicked, brazen smile. “Lord Pei, my Princess Consort is sensitive to the cold. Do me a favor and move aside.” - Xiao Muyou thought he'd struck the deal of a lifetime. Everyone in the capital knew that the eldest daughter of the Cheng family had been seduced and abandoned by Pei Lan. Yet she had too much pride to turn back to him, choosing instead to marry the notorious Xiao Muyou. He'd thought they could simply treat each other with mutual respect. After all, he, Xiao Muyou, had never been a good man. But she would secretly tuck his covers around him when he pretended to be asleep. She would loudly scold anyone who mocked him. When his old illness returned, she would look at him with red-rimmed eyes and ask, “Your Highness, does it hurt?” Xiao Muyou thought, to hell with mutual respect. He wanted her to love him, wanted her eyes to see only him, and wanted the bastard who'd wronged her to kneel and watch her live a smooth, happy life. (If you're interested, little angels, please add it to your favorites. Love you all!) Theme: Treat others sincerely, and you'll find love and a true heart