The Amnesiac Husband of the Evil Prince [Reborn]

When Xie Junyue woke, a man in red was sitting by the bed, claiming to be his husband.

Though he couldn't remember what had happened before, Xie Junyue thought the man must be joking.

He disliked ostentation, and the man in red was strikingly handsome, with deep eyes. He looked like someone calculating and flamboyant.

How could he possibly like someone like that?

Later, Xie Junyue had to eat his words. The man wasn't ostentatious at all.

Dressed in white, he was elegant and gentle, considerate in everything he did, and endlessly accommodating toward Xie Junyue.

He would keep him company as they admired the moon at midnight and the rosy clouds at dawn. He would even gather snow and dry flowers just to brew him a pot of flower tea.

Except when it came to matters of the bedchamber...

Whenever Xie Junyue woke late in the morning, nestled in a warm embrace, he would think that Zhou Ziyuan was undoubtedly his husband, even if the man could sometimes be unreasonable and domineering in bed.

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Zhou Ziyuan had lived again, surrounded by wealth and splendor, yet his eyes held only one precious jewel.

But that person called the rough-and-tumble men of the martial world his brothers and chatted merrily with scholars, while avoiding Zhou Ziyuan like the plague.

At last, he got his chance.

Taking advantage of the man's injuries and amnesia, he kept him by his side, lavishing him with affection day after day and indulging in endless passion.

He played the gentle, refined gentleman in front of others, all to keep the man by his side.

But for all his careful planning, he never expected his little husband, who loved elegance and admired gentlemen, to catch him in the act of killing someone as revenge.

Seeing Zhou Ziyuan, dressed in billowing white, snap a man's neck with the slender fingers that had made him tea, Xie Junyue's first thought was that Zhou Ziyuan was still the same Zhou Ziyuan. His second was: Oh no, how could he keep pretending to have amnesia and watching Zhou Ziyuan put on an act?

As Zhou Ziyuan's sword clanged to the ground, Xie Junyue crumpled softly and closed his eyes, murmuring before pretending to faint, "You look so much like my husband!"

Zhou Ziyuan, flustered, caught him: "..."

Seeing the unconscious face in his arms, he breathed a sigh of relief!

"Who are you? Where do you live?"

A silly, funny face-slapping story about a protagonist who never feels embarrassed when his words come back to haunt him.

A sweet romance about a devoted male lead who works hard every day to improve his acting skills as he pursues his beloved.

Theme: A soft spring rain falls on the streets, fine as butter; the grass looks green from afar, but up close, there's hardly any.