Reborn, I Married My Ex's Uncle

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★ A cold-faced general who has lain low for years x a marquis’s daughter who acts frail but is extraordinarily resilient

★ Extremely sweet, extremely sweet. Ten-year age gap

★ The male lead has had a secret crush on the female lead for years

In her previous life, Duan Zhirran shed all her pride, studied palace etiquette and the Six Rites, and worked hard to become a suitable Crown Princess.

After years together, at the very end, she watched her husband abandon her, take her half-sister by the hand, and ascend to the throne. She herself was confined in the harem, where she died in misery.

After her death, heavy snow fell over the Great Liang for five days. The General Dingyuan, the Crown Prince's imperial uncle, who was rumored to have died, stormed into the palace drenched in blood, slaughtered everyone inside, and turned the entire city into a river of blood.

Reborn, Duan Zhirran returned to the year she was fifteen, still the proud legitimate daughter of a marquis's house.

She decisively refused the marriage arranged for her and instead married the unconscious Crown Prince's imperial uncle to bring him good fortune.

The capital's powerful families watched coldly, waiting for the general to breathe his last, wondering how a widow with no maternal family to rely on could possibly survive.

Duan Zhirran smiled serenely. “I have power, influence, and money to spare. What could possibly make life hard for me?”

The little girl who should have followed him around every day married someone else, and Crown Prince Zhou Shuo regretted everything.

After he was stripped of his position as Crown Prince, he stopped the woman he once loved in the imperial garden and confessed his feelings.

“Aran, would you be willing to be with me?”

“If you have something to say, Crown Prince, say it to me instead. What sort of conduct is it to stop your aunt?”

His uncle, who should have been unconscious, took Duan Zhirran's hand in his and breathed warmly on it. His gaze softened. “Yinyin, are you cold?”

[Little Scene 1]

Wrapped in her husband's coat and holding a candlestick, Duan Zhirran teased him, “Does the mighty General Dingyuan really fear the dark?”

The general fell silent for a moment, then swept her up in his arms and set her on the bed.

“Terrified. I'm afraid I won't have Yinyin with me.”

[Little Scene 2]

Duan Zhirran had never imagined that the decisive and ruthless General Dingyuan could be so petty when caught up in love.

After she had avenged her maternal family and everything had settled, Zhou Xing put his arms around her from behind and acted pitiful. “I heard that you used to wish every day that I would die.”

Knowing she was in the wrong, Duan Zhirran could only soothe the giant wolfdog.

“Today, you may kiss me one extra time.”

Please add my January upcoming novel, Spring’s Scorching Bloom, a story of possessive love and conquest.

Everyone knows that Young General Huo is violent-tempered and debauched. Growing up without a mother's protection, he was indulged by the emperor, and his name was enough to make children stop crying at night and all living things fall silent across the Great Liang.

On the day he returned victorious from battle, a woman in plain clothes stood amid falling plum blossoms to welcome him home.

Her face bore a slight resemblance to that of his late birth mother.

Huo Yuanqing lowered his eyes. Blood had dried in crusts on his neck, and he reached out to pinch the woman's chin.

The young lady was beautiful, her every glance brimming with the alluring charm of Jiangnan. A sensual grace peeked through her seemingly cool demeanor.

She forced herself to stay calm, but when she looked up, she met Huo Yuanqing's gaze, filled with brutality and desire.

When the old general died, funeral banners hung in the front courtyard. The woman came to his door with tea and knocked. As her sleeves fluttered, they left behind a faint plum-blossom fragrance.

Her eyes brimmed with allure, and the fragile vein in her neck throbbed, drawing his gaze.

Huo Yuanqing dipped his brush in red ink, painting leaves and hibiscus, the spring waters of Jiangnan, and the falling snow of the northern capital.

Stroke after stroke, the fragrant tea grew cold.

Only after Jiang Lanruo escaped did Huo Yuanqing learn why she had entered the general's residence and why she had seduced him.

She had once been the most beautiful hibiscus in Jiangnan. Bandits had run rampant, and her father and brothers had all died beneath their blades. Under the blazing sun, a banner had been raised high, bearing one huge character: Huo.

She had endured humiliation and bided her time for two reasons: to survive and to take revenge.

When they met again, she pressed a dagger to Huo Yuanqing's neck. “I want your Huo family to be buried with my father and brothers!”

Huo Yuanqing gripped the blade. Blood ran from his palm to the web between his thumb and forefinger. In a hoarse voice, he asked, “Could you really bear to do it?”

“Last night at the hour of the Pig, in the pavilion at the heart of the lake, and this morning at the hour of the Rabbit, in the general's residence, that wasn't what you said, my beloved Lan.”

In the end, the hunting wolf of the frontier would submit at the feet of his beauty. From then on, his eyes would follow only one person, the deepest forbidden desire in his heart.

★ The female lead has relationships with other men; the male lead is a virgin. The angst level is turned way up. Two-year age gap

★ A gentle yet bold beauty x a mad, reckless great general

Theme: Be independent and strong