After Our Happy Ending, He Wanted a Divorce

Seven years ago,

The Qingfeng Sect's senior disciple was won over by a notorious playboy.

So many people sighed and slapped their thighs in regret.

Seven years later,

Their astonishing love story was still being retold in every corner of the city.

But Lin Yunshen, one of the people involved, wanted a divorce.

He didn't want to be the bad guy, so he used the silent treatment to force Feng Qihe to bring it up first.

But despite being deeply hurt, Feng Qihe still loved Lin Yunshen and naively hoped that, if he tried hard enough, he could mend their relationship.

With nothing to fear, Lin Yunshen began carousing and living it up again, just as he had before they married.

The notorious playboy of the divine capital had returned.

Feng Qihe never said a word about it. He simply prepared hangover medicine for Lin Yunshen every day.

But in some unseen corner, as Feng Qihe caught the changing scent of women's powder on Lin Yunshen's clothes each day, his reddened eyes slowly filled with dark tides.

At last, one morning,

Lin Yunshen woke to find himself tied to the bed, while Feng Qihe cut open his wrist and drew his blood.

"Yunshen, let's die together. Then we'll never have to part." Feng Qihe's eyes were dull and lifeless.

Only then did Lin Yunshen realize that he'd driven his gentle senior brother to become a yandere.

It was exciting, sure, but staying alive came first!

After a great fire, Lin Yunshen successfully faked his death.

*

With a new secret identity, Lin Yunshen moved to a new place and continued to seek pleasure,

but in the dead of night, he would always remember those empty eyes.

*

Prince Ning held a wedding banquet, and Lin Yunshen stole an invitation so he could eat and drink for free.

At the banquet, a white-robed Daoist with a jade crown and an elegant bearing looked just like his former senior brother. Lin Yunshen couldn't help staring.

A killing intent suddenly descended.

"Young Master Lin seems to like those refined, moonlit Daoist priests, doesn't he? After all these years, you're still into the same type."

Feng Qihe, dressed in a red brocade robe embroidered with a dragon, appeared before Lin Yunshen. But his eyes had long since lost their former warmth, leaving only a glittering hatred. "That was only the way I used to look... Guards! Seize this traitor!"

"No, Senior Brother, it's not me! I didn't do it!" Lin Yunshen bolted.

But this time, it seemed he wouldn't get away.

[Reading Guide]

1. Before the happy ending, the bottom has no sex with anyone other than the top.

2. The bottom was once sexually assaulted and truly has psychological scars, but he's also a charming playboy who flirts with anyone good-looking.

3. The top isn't lacking in self-respect, he just loves too deeply. There are scenes of him getting so jealous he throws up blood and beating up rivals. Moms who dote on the top, beware.

4. Both leads have secret identities. After faking their deaths, they each develop new views on love. They'll adopt new secret identities and fall in love while seeing through each other's disguises but choosing not to call them out. They won't part again after their reunion.

5. This is an alternate-history setting. The title of Empress is only used to borrow a similar backdrop, so don't read too much into it. The leads only fall in love, with no political scheming. History buffs, please be kind.

6. Do not insult the author.

Upcoming novel: The Imperial Tutor Holds the White Moonlight Script

Everyone laments that Cui Qingyu traded his life for power. He wears the cool, beautiful mask of an aloof immortal, holds great authority, and is frail and sickly beneath it.

But no one knows that this banished-immortal-like figure can also glimpse the future.

In a dream, beneath golden curtains, Cui Qingyu saw himself pinned beneath a man and toyed with in every way, while that man kept calling him "Master."

Cui Qingyu arched an eyebrow. Shouldn't he kill this kid and be done with it?

*

Ye Shuran was a prince, but he was born of low status and spent his days in a small room beside the Cold Palace.

Even at a tender age, he had tasted every kind of human warmth and coldness, and learned how to flatter and disguise himself.

Everyone in the palace saw him as filthy, lowly mud. Only a figure dressed in white wiped away his tears and said gently, "Your Highness, why belittle yourself? Heaven is about to place a great responsibility on you. You are destined to accomplish great things."

That tenderness was like a cold, sharp blade, piercing his heart.

Later, he finally ascended the throne and could grasp that bright white moonlight.

*

In the warm bedchamber, Cui Qingyu clenched his teeth until they nearly shattered. He'd killed an entire litter of rabbits, only to raise the sole surviving wolf cub with his own hands.

Breathing lightly, Cui Qingyu smiled. "Your Majesty, aren't you afraid I might plot against you and overthrow your dynasty?"

Ye Shuran's laughter came from behind his neck.

"If Master wants to assassinate the emperor, you can just kill me outright. This is more like a cat trying to scare someone, meowing away~"

A cool, sickly beauty of a minister and master, bottom X a yandere wolfdog emperor, top

Message: When problems arise, find a way to solve them instead of running away.