Rong Jiao (Reborn)

[Slowly wrapping things up. Please don't read if that bothers you.]

1. Ji Rong had just acquired a little slave.

The slave, A Heng, was handsome, efficient at his work, and literate. He was good at everything.

Later, he risked his life to save her,

and Ji Rong was so moved that she transferred him to work outside her courtyard.

A Heng served her attentively, holding an umbrella for her in the rain and bringing her warmer clothes when the weather turned cold.

Even though his monthly wages were pitifully low, he saved them up to buy her a birthday gift.

Just as Ji Rong was wondering whether she should be a little nicer to her young slave, she suddenly remembered her previous life.

At last, she recalled that the man before her wasn't some little slave. He was Xie Hengshu, the Third Prince who had fallen into obscurity among the common people.

In her previous life, Xie Hengshu had also been her little slave,

but he hadn't been gentle at all. Whenever he saw her, he only glanced at her indifferently and pretended not to know her.

Fine, if he didn't know her, she didn't care.

When Xie Hengshu asked her what she wished for,

Ji Rong didn't want to get entangled with him again. Thinking of their master-servant bond across two lifetimes, she earnestly pleaded with the man seated high above her, "I have no wish of my own. I only ask Your Highness to find me a suitable husband."

Beneath the lush glow of the lamps, Xie Hengshu's expression slowly darkened. He left her with a single word, "Wait," then turned and walked away.

That night, a palace coup broke out and a new emperor ascended the throne.

Ji Rong waited and waited, but what arrived was not an imperial decree arranging her marriage. It was an edict appointing her empress.

2. In his previous life, Xie Hengshu had been mocked for having once been a minister's daughter's slave. But as a down-and-out prince, he carved out a bloody path and climbed step by step to the throne.

In the middle of the night, he would always remember the girl beneath the osmanthus tree, her head held high as she said, "Remember this. From now on, you belong to me."

But Ji Rong died on that snowy night.

The young emperor's hair turned white overnight. Driven nearly mad with grief, he defied the opposition of his ministers, proclaimed her empress, and married her memorial tablet.

After Ji Rong's death, Xie Hengshu frantically searched for a way to bring her back to life. He sought help from every god and Buddha, wagering everything he had.

At last, Heaven took pity on him and gave him another chance at life.

Thank goodness she was still here, and everything was just as it had been at the beginning.

#He had been her slave in two lifetimes.

Later, even after ascending to the highest throne and wielding the power of life and death,

he still willingly bowed to her and made himself her devoted servant.

[Reader's Guide]

※ Both leads are reborn. One-on-one, with a past-life and present-life storyline.

※ A couple separated by misunderstanding gets back together.

※ The story starts after rebirth. The male lead remembers first, while the female lead gradually regains her memories.

Coming soon: The Empress Marries Again. Give it a click if you like the sound of it!

Blurb: 1. The northern cavalry trampled the capital. The first thing the new emperor did after entering the city was visit the former dynasty's empress at the Zhujing Palace.

From then on, the new emperor was frequently seen at Zhujing Palace.

Yuan Huayu had nothing to her name, so all she could do was beg and plead with the new emperor.

Along the long street, before she could even kneel, the new emperor had already wrapped an arm around her slender waist.

Yuan Huayu raised a face more charming than a lotus flower and pleaded piteously, "Your Majesty, my husband..."

That night, inside the hibiscus-curtained bed, the new emperor calmly and stubbornly corrected her. "Your former husband."

She lowered her eyes without a word, tears welling up.

The new emperor gently caressed her features, his eyes filled with unmistakable affection,

but the words that left his thin lips made her shudder. "After I kill him, how about becoming my empress, Yaoyao?"

2. Far away in the north, Chu Yan often remembered in his midnight dreams the moment Yuan Huayu had rejected him without mercy and turned to throw herself into the emperor's arms.

When he saw her again, the beauty bowed before him, her lowered neck slender and fragile. It stirred a wicked desire deep in his heart.

He helped her to her feet with his own hands, his voice warm. "Yaoyao, do you know why I fought my way back from the north to Chang'an?"

Yuan Huayu shook her head, holding back her tears. She could only say she didn't know.

He suddenly laughed, his gaze dark. "Yaoyao, I told you long ago that I was the only man you could marry. If there was someone else, whoever you wanted to marry, I'd kill him."

"I fought my way back from the north to Chang'an to take his worthless life."

Theme: To earn forgiveness, you must persevere.