The Crown Princess's Mystical Arts After Being Reborn

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A story of regret and redemption

As the mother of the nation, Ruan Yaoqing is cautious and dignified, a benevolent empress who never gives anyone reason to find fault with her. Yet she unexpectedly learns that the emperor intends to issue an edict deposing her.

In that moment, she feels as if all her love has been wasted on a dog.

As it happens, the dog emperor doesn't get his way. He and his one true love unexpectedly die in Jiangnan.

She never believed in the occult in her life, but on the day she died, she did!

On the day her son ascends the throne, Ruan Yaoqing gazes down at the world, neither happy nor sad. She hasn't even had time to settle the crown on her head when she dies because of a fortune-teller's prediction: "Red brings ill fortune, a calamity of blood."

That day, she was only wearing a red dudou...

But she is reborn after death! When she opens her eyes, she has returned to the year she was chosen to become the royal bride.

A second chance? Ruan Yaoqing laughs in exasperation. To hell with being the crown princess. After half a lifetime of loneliness, coldness, and misery, whoever wants to serve that blind prince can do it themselves.

If it's not meant to be, there's no point asking for it. She submits to fate and takes another path.

Isn't telling fortunes much more fun?

This time, she packs her bags early and heads south, where she'll also pick a cousin for a husband.

Perfect! Wonderful!

She won't meddle in court affairs or enter the imperial harem!

But the damned crown prince insists on dragging her into worldly affairs this time around. In her past life, she might have seen him once a month. Now, he keeps appearing in front of her three or four times a day.

The Male Lead's Version

Xu Yuanbai has suffered from a strange illness since he was seven. His headaches have resisted every treatment, and whenever they flare up, he sees the silhouette of a beautiful woman.

He mistakenly believes that in his past life, he must have forgotten to drink Meng Po's soup, which is why he can't stop thinking about his former lover.

That former lover is Ruan Yaoqing, the Ruan family's daughter and his destined empress.

He waits eagerly for her to come to the capital, determined to rekindle their deep love from their past life and become a devoted couple.

But even after waiting three or four times in this life, he still hasn't seen her. It's strange: he can't get her out of his mind, so he finally finds a chance to meet her. Only...

Xu Yuanbai: Good day, miss. I'm Xu...

Ruan Yaoqing frowns and cuts him off. She counts on her fingers, then backs away three feet. "Hold on. You're due for a bloody calamity today. Stay ten feet away from me. Back up, back up!"

She turns to leave.

Xu Yuanbai hurriedly tries to follow, but suddenly his foot hurts. Somehow, he has stepped on an iron nail! Blood is pouring from the wound.

Ruan Yaoqing raises an eyebrow and covers her face with her sleeve, looking disgusted. "I told you, but you wouldn't listen. Serves you right!"

Xu Yuanbai: "..."

What happened to love at first sight with a gentle, gracious beauty?

Content warnings

The heroine is wild and bold, and focuses on fortune-telling and the occult.

One-on-one romance in this life. There was a misunderstanding in their past life, but he really was a scumbag.

Slow burn. This is a story about teaching a bad dog a lesson.

The hero's memories of his rebirth are jumbled, and he mistakenly believes he and the heroine were loving in their past life.

In short, karma has come around.

The outline is set, the hero will not be replaced, and the plot is already planned. Please don't tell me how to write it.

The characters' values are not the author's. It's just a book, so don't get worked up.

If it's not for you, don't read it. No need to force yourself.

Coming soon: "The Cousin Miss Is Too Delicate". Please add it to your list!

A cousin Miss of unremarkable appearance arrives at the Duke of Ning's residence in Su Yuan. She's bedridden with a wasting illness, so frail she can barely manage.

The young heir of the Duke of Ning's household is rebellious to the core. He's skilled at everything from taming wild horses to training falcons, and his tongue is especially sharp and vicious. He hates delicate beauties more than anything.

Jiang Shenghe has heard about him. She looks down at herself, gasping for breath after just a few steps, and can't help worrying.

Sure enough, he takes an instant dislike to her when they first meet. "Haven't you eaten? You're thinner than the monkey I keep!"

Jiang Shenghe's face suddenly flushes red. She stands there, flustered and at a loss. If not for her second cousin's gentle words to smooth over the awkwardness, she wouldn't have known what to do.

The young heir only narrows his eyes, gaze fixed on her face, red with "alarm." Beneath his sleeve, his hand crushes the white jade thumb ring on his finger.

After that, Jiang Shenghe is afraid of provoking him again and making him hate her, so she even avoids him when she walks.

When she can't avoid him, she can only summon her courage to greet him. "Greetings, Your Lordship."

Every time, he frowns at her with a wolfish, fierce gaze, leaving Shenghe terrified. At last, she makes it to her sixteenth birthday and can leave this "cage." But then she receives a bolt-from-the-blue piece of news.

"Miss! Wonderful news! The young heir has asked your aunt for your hand in marriage."

With a clatter, the jade-bead fan in Shenghe's hand falls and shatters on the ground.

On their wedding night

Shenghe looks at the man before her with red-rimmed eyes. She can't help burping, then starts coughing uncontrollably from fear.

As she frets, he offers her a cup of warm tea and gently rubs her back, comforting her softly. "Why are you still so afraid of me? Am I going to eat you?"

Shenghe looks up in terror. Her coughing finally stops, and the man's burning gaze settles on her.

Beneath the falling red candlelight and under the wedding quilt, the delicate woman huddles in a corner of the bed, driving the man to madness.

He coaxes her again and again: "Be good. Call me Cousin Xia. I love hearing you say it."

Heaven knows how jealous he is every time he hears her call Ze Ning by name.

Delicate, sweet, soft beauty x sharp-tongued, cold-faced young heir

A story about a frail cousin Miss who can't care for herself and her icy, venomous cousin.

---Coming Soon---

"The Prince Can't Get Enough"

Cheng Wu is a lay Buddhist disciple, yet she dies on the emperor's bed.

She nearly ends up forced to submit to the emperor, so she chooses to die rather than yield, smashing herself against a pillar beside the imperial bed. She belongs to the Bodhisattva. No one can steal her from the Buddha!

When she wakes, ten years have passed. Somehow, she has become the young daughter of an official in Kaifeng. She is fifteen, and the emperor is forty.

The emperor orders a selection of palace maidens, and her name is on the list. Remembering what happened back then, she panics and flees in a blind rush, choosing a man who has come to worship at the temple and marrying him on the spot.

"Sir, after we marry, Cheng Wu won't bother you. I only ask you to give me shelter. I will repay your great kindness."

The man's eyes glimmer as he looks at her. She has the face of a Bodhisattva, and is delicate and gentle. He gives a slight nod and says, "All right."

Only on the day he proposes does Cheng Wu learn that the man is a prince of the Dayun Kingdom and the orphaned heir of the former Marquis of Zhan. She remembers seeing him once years ago. He was only eight then, a serious little boy.

Her throat tightens, and she feels a little guilty, but when she thinks of the emperor, she agrees without hesitation.

After they marry, she sets up a small Buddhist shrine in the back courtyard.

She assumes the general will rarely visit, but he comes to the courtyard every day to worship.

He gazes at her intently, prayer beads in hand. "Wu'er can save everyone. Why can't you save me?"

Cheng Wu trembles in the man's arms and looks up at him with her cool, limpid eyes. The salvation he speaks of will never happen in this lifetime.

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Duan Moxuan: Do you know how happy I was when I found you?

Content warnings: One-on-one romance + both leads are sexually inexperienced

+++++++The male lead and the male supporting character are both powerful

++++++++A trial by tribulation

++++++++No awful female rivals (I couldn't write one anyway)

++++++++A romance-focused story

Theme: Everything in this world has its destined course.