This Heavenly Emperor Isn't Bad, But He's Crazy

In the first year after transmigrating, Mu Jiangqing brought home a boy. He couldn't cry or smile, and everyone called him a monster, a demon.

She never imagined she would die in front of the boy she had raised.

At that moment, just as when they first met, he remained innocent and untroubled, no matter how much pain or fear others inflicted on him. He didn't even understand what death meant. She thought perhaps it was better this way. Remaining unaware was better than experiencing the unbearable pain of parting in death.

With both relief and regret, she closed her eyes.

Ten thousand years later, Mu Jiangqing awoke again. At last, she realized she had transmigrated into a xianxia romance novel full of angst, becoming a stand-in supporting character who existed only in the narration.

The male lead, raised by the Heavenly Emperor, was supposed to care only for all living beings. In the end, the female and male leads would meet their deaths, one dying and the other falling into demonhood, while the unlucky reader suffered through a world of angst.

As it happened, the boy from long ago was the Heavenly Emperor in the story.

She made up her mind and told the Heavenly Dao it was time to keep its promise and send her home. But while she waited for the Heavenly Dao, Mu Jiangqing was forced into marriage.

And so, the guests in attendance were lucky enough to witness a spectacle: the Heavenly Gates opening wide, and the aloof Heavenly Emperor of the divine race, seemingly born without a trace of emotion, descending into the wedding hall and snatching away the bride in full view of everyone.

Mu Jiangqing didn't struggle. She let him take her away.

The mighty Heavenly Emperor of the divine race was now utterly stiff. "You once helped me. I said you could ask me for anything. You don't have to put yourself through this."

She raised her eyes to meet his. "I told you, all I want is to get my Xingzhi back."

The exalted Heavenly Emperor pressed his lips together and said nothing. Yet for some reason, his hands, hidden inside his sleeves, were trembling. She gave him no time to think it over and said calmly, "Then I'll leave."

As if by instinct, he clutched her wrist, his grip so tight his knuckles turned white, yet he didn't dare hurt her in the slightest.

Mu Jiangqing never knew that the day she died ten thousand years ago, the divine altar had already collapsed once. Now that she had awakened again ten thousand years later, the gods were destined to fall for good.

The storyteller spun a vivid tale, recounting a story known far and wide.

"Does anyone know why Lord Mingji eventually fell for a demoness?"

"A dignified lord of the divine race, fallen so low! He must have gone mad!"

"Honored guest, have you heard of the Heavenly Emperor Mingzhan, commander of all the races?"

"Of course. Surely the Heavenly Emperor Mingzhan will stop such a disaster."

"Oh, no, he didn't. The Heavenly Emperor decisively sent the lord, who was preparing to sever his feelings and desires, to marry into the demon race. Heh, after all, that Heavenly Emperor was far madder than the lord back then."

"...???"

[Clearheaded spectator heroine, who only wants to go home × Heavenly Emperor hero, who excels at everything in his career and is crazier than anyone when it comes to love]

[This blurb was published and screenshotted on March 18, 2023.]

Theme: Cherish the one in front of you