The Real Young Master Starts Taking Care of His Health After Being Reborn

Please add my upcoming novel, My Dead First Love Is Back, to your collection! I recommend my friend’s completed novel, After Being Reborn, the Villain Is Won Over by His Nemesis, and another friend’s latest ongoing novel, My Book with the Grasslands. Please show them lots of support and add them to your collection. Thanks! Blurbs are below~ As the real young master of a wealthy family who was switched at birth, Chen Mo never understood why everyone still loved the fake young master, Yang Shule, when he was the one who had been lost for seventeen years. So he fought with all his might, competing, seizing, and snatching whatever he could. In the end, his parents despised him, everyone turned against him, and he died an accidental death. So after being reborn, Chen Mo saw things differently. A smile keeps you young, and going to bed early helps you live to a ripe old age. Not long after he returned home, his biological parents asked him, “Chen Mo, about your younger brother... Could he still live with us?” Chen Mo replied sincerely, “Whatever makes you happy.” Every holiday, all his aunts and uncles praised the fake young master. Sipping goji berry and red date tea, Chen Mo nodded repeatedly. “Exactly. You have such good taste.” People around him compared the two openly and behind his back, mocking him for being unworthy of the status of a real young master from a wealthy family. Chen Mo soaked his feet and slept like a log. “But that’s the truth. Go ahead and say it. You could even grab a megaphone and shout it in the street.” Everyone else: “...” Later, people discovered that the real young master brought back by the wealthy family was best at three things: Eating, sleeping, and getting involved with men. Not only did he get involved with men, he also stole the fake young master’s childhood sweetheart, the top student in their year. Chen Mo felt deeply wronged. Xi Siyan, that cold-faced devil, had disliked him in his previous life. How had these people come to the conclusion that he’d stolen the guy away? “Want me to explain it for you?” Chen Mo ventured one day. The man leaning against the wall lowered his eyes to look at him and raised an eyebrow. “Explain what?” “That you, Xi Siyan, won’t have anything to do with me, Chen Mo, in this life, the next life, or the life after that.” The man in front of him slid his hands into his pockets and kissed him, his voice cool. “Now we do.” Chen Mo was stunned. Xi Siyan, you bastard! You’ve ruined me! After Being Reborn, the Villain Is Won Over by His Nemesis Xu Ye was a villain. At eighteen, the Xu family brought him home as an illegitimate son. He thought his life was about to take off, but he was nothing more than a pawn to be used. Later, in his bid to seize all the Xu family’s wealth, he did every kind of evil and went so far down the wrong path that there was no turning back. On the top floor of the Rongxing Tower, he faced off against his nemesis, Liang Guchuan. Amid an explosion, they were both reduced to ashes. He had schemed his whole life, but in the end, he met a miserable fate. After being reborn, Xu Ye decided he was done being a villain. This time, he would content himself with being an honest pawn, and stop fighting for anything. The day his nemesis, Liang Guchuan, returned home after completing his studies, the family threw him a welcome party. People compared Xu Ye to Liang Guchuan and mocked him. “The real young master and the fake young master certainly have different airs.” Xu Ye paid them no mind. Then a voice came from behind him. “Either way, they’re both young masters.” Xu Ye turned around and saw Liang Guchuan gazing at him with burning eyes. Later, people discovered that Xu Ye and Liang Guchuan, who should have been enemies, got along wonderfully. The long-awaited battle for the family fortune never happened. Xu Ye never imagined that Liang Guchuan, his nemesis from his previous life, would now bury his face in Xu Ye’s shoulder, breathing heavily as he murmured his name. “Xiao Ye, don’t leave tonight.” My Book with the Grasslands Bai Lanjie’s Story: Bai Lanjie spent her whole life losing things. She chose the Crown Prince, and so she bore his fate. She wanted to protect the Empress, and so she willingly let herself be imprisoned. The Bai family had served the country faithfully for generations, and so she, too, was brought down with it. The grasslands were cold, and the long days were full of suffering. Bai Lanjie curled up and struggled to survive. At least hatred kept her going, and the Empress was dead, spared from seeing the ignoble path she took and the ambition she made no effort to hide. She endured countless hardships and killed countless people, until at last she made her way back to the Central Plains. The court was abuzz with rumors that she was backing the young emperor and controlling the government, that she intended to claim the throne. At the court’s sacred hall, Bai Lanjie spoke with reckless boldness: “When I was a princess, whoever I liked became emperor. When I was Empress, whoever I wanted could become Crown Prince. I don’t need to be emperor. All my life, I’ve decided the fate of emperors.” No one knew that as she maneuvered among officials and strong-armed the feudal lords, her thoughts kept returning to someone from many years ago: a stubborn busybody who had reached out to her again and again, pulling her back into the world of the living. “Puyi, for many years afterward, I regretted it. When I was sent away to marry, I escaped to that little cabin. When you asked if I wanted to go home with you, I should have said yes.” Puyi’s Story: A private portrait hung beside Puyi’s bed. It showed the back of a female general, her bearing heroic and graceful, her Fufeng sword dripping blood in a thin line. She had crushed the sixteen tribes of the northern lands and driven a spear through the heart of Qianbei. She had become a thorn in the side of countless people. Puyi, too, regarded her as his lifelong enemy and longed to see which of them was the better fighter. She was the illustrious Marquis of Kunding, and he was a notorious scoundrel known far and wide. The first encounter recorded in the history books found him at a loss in the face of her tears. He couldn’t help asking, “Who sent you off to marry? They’re worse than I am.” * Puyi loved galloping animals, straight and sharp arrows, and the ceaseless wind of the grasslands. He used to think he would never change. Freedom mattered more to him than life itself. Until he found someone he loved even more: more than he loved his arrows, more than he loved the grasslands. Even though he asked: “If you weren’t Bai Lanjie, back then, in that cabin on the Qianbei border, when I asked if you wanted to come home with me, would you have said yes?” Even though she said, “Too bad I am.” * Puyi knew she loved the young emperor more than she loved him. She loved her soldiers more than she loved him. She loved the countless common people, the farmland, and the irrigation works more than she loved him. And yet the letters kept arriving, one after another, at the palace three thousand three hundred li away. “The wind from the northern lands can’t reach the Central Plains. Aluna has had another lamb. Why haven’t you come to name it?” The princess belongs to many people. That’s all right. None of them would dare die for her. Theme: A laid-back life, no needless self-torment.