My Junior Sister Defies All the Rules

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A tsundere, top-ranking junior sister x a cool, aloof senior brother, whose possessiveness steadily rises later on

Feng Yu has been reborn.

Just as she was thanking heaven for giving her another chance to take revenge, she met her first enemy: her fellow disciple, Donggong Ming.

When they first met as children, Feng Yu offered him her friendship, but Donggong Ming met her with a cold expression.

In her previous life, Feng Yu went down the mountain to avenge her parents. Donggong Ming stood in her way, willing to attack her if that was what it took to stop her.

When Feng Yu won the swordsmanship championship at sixteen, everyone congratulated her to her face, then turned around and praised Donggong Ming.

They said he had extraordinary talent and achievements, and that his looks made female disciples fall for him.

Feng Yu remembered every single slight. But before she could take revenge, an accident happened: she died.

On the day she died, blood stained the sunset. A tall figure emerged against the crimson sky, holding the Wind-Rising Sword. His robes fluttered as he struck down the person who had killed her.

When Feng Yu saw him stumble toward her, regret filled her heart. Of all the bad luck, Donggong Ming had to witness this. Even dying, she couldn't have any peace!

She never expected that when she opened her eyes, she would once again be the obedient little disciple of Elder Bieguang.

In repayment for the sword Donggong Ming had swung for her in her previous life, Feng Yu magnanimously let bygones be bygones.

But on the eve of her wedding, Donggong Ming, reeking of medicine and wearing a face as dark as if she owed him money, blocked the entrance to her room.

In the dim lamplight, his narrow phoenix eyes were dark and deep. His thin lips were bloodless. “You're marrying Shen Xing?”

Feng Yu answered coolly, “Do I need to discuss that with Senior Brother?”

Donggong Ming laughed in anger. His refined features were clouded with intense emotion. He stepped forward and bit down on Feng Yu's lips.

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Donggong Ming, Elder Bieguang's only disciple, had been in seclusion for three years. When he returned, his master had taken on a little junior sister. She was obedient, sensible, diligent in her cultivation, and good at winning their master's favor.

The little junior sister's reputation and cultivation were steadily catching up to his.

He didn't care, but he kept having strange dreams, all of them about Feng Yu:

Feng Yu lay on the ground, drenched in blood. He held her in trembling arms, his heart aching unbearably.

Feng Yu broke with him and threatened to kill herself. He should have drawn his sword across her throat, but faced with that contemptuous gaze, he tossed aside his beloved sword and walked away.

Donggong Ming thought he was sick. Then he heard about Feng Yu's betrothal, and ran to find her without even thinking.

Feng Yu wore red, more dazzling than he had ever seen her. Her exquisite features shone with the joy of her coming wedding.

When Feng Yu confirmed it with her own lips, Donggong Ming felt he was going mad.

He covered her red lips with his own, unwilling to hear another word from her.

Red candles burned high. The room was filled with tenderness, and warm breaths brushed their ears.

Donggong Ming kissed the girl's slender, fair neck.

It didn't matter. Shen Xing could be her partner in name, while he would be the one in her bed.

Reading guide:

1. Only the female lead is reborn.

2. The wedding night is not non-consensual. Not non-consensual!!

3. 1v1, both leads are virgins, happy ending.

Coming soon: The Mountain Lord's Frail Fiancee Has Been Unmasked

A bold, cool beauty-obsessed mountain lord x a cunning, seductive man with a sweet exterior and a dark center

As the heir to Changjin Mountain, Yuheng had always insisted that she would marry a man who was both talented and handsome, and willing to marry into her family.

At eighteen, she met him.

Under the moonlight, the young man's skin was pale and cool from the water. His peach-blossom eyes were flushed, their corners lifting with a hint of anger that only made him more alluring. Her hand felt his firm body. Yuheng stared at the red mole on his collarbone and couldn't help kissing it.

Yue Qing was handsome... and a penniless scholar with nothing to his name.

No matter. Yuheng had money.

On the day of their engagement, she led the way. The moment she opened the door, the music stopped, and the line of gifts stretching down to the foot of the mountain became a joke.

Her fiance had run away on the very day he was supposed to bring the betrothal gifts!

A few days later, an imperial envoy arrived in the city. It was said he was ruthless, and that the night watchman could hear the prisoners wailing in their cells every night. Others said he was exceptionally handsome, graceful and refined in every gesture, and that a single smile from him was enough to send young women tumbling into the water.

After Yuheng was “invited” to the government office, she came face to face with the imperial envoy.

Yue Qing sat among a group of officials, dressed in white like a clear breeze and bright moon, while those around him bowed and obeyed.

When he looked her way, his peach-blossom eyes sparkled. “The tribute tea from Changjin Mountain has always been famous. I have long yearned to see it, and would like to take this opportunity to visit the mountain.”

Yuheng nearly ground her teeth to dust. She said coldly, “If you want to enter Changjin Mountain, you must kneel every three steps and kowtow every nine, all the way from the foot of the mountain to the summit.”

Everyone was stunned. Yuheng swept out, and no one dared to stop her.

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Yue Qing had come to Qizhou to search for his missing elder brother.

To follow his brother's trail, he concealed his identity and became a penniless scholar in a mountain village.

One day, he sneaked into Changjin Mountain and found a red-clad woman lying beneath a tree, her face flushed. Yuheng restrained him, leaving him no choice but to take her home.

Soaked through in the bathtub, her clothes did nothing to conceal her flushed body. Yue Qing stood by the door, his ears burning.

The woman had been afflicted by an intoxicating passion with no antidote. There was only one way to cure her...

She pulled him into the tub, and they spent the night in passion.

Yue Qing had never expected the woman he rescued to be Cui Yuheng, the lord of Changjin Mountain. He had deliberately approached her, but he had also fallen for her without meaning to.

Under the flowers and moonlight, Cui Yuheng said she wanted to marry him. Dazed by the wine, Yue Qing chuckled softly when he heard her.

“Are you unwilling?”

Yuheng was displeased. Her flushed face was just like it had been the night they first met.

Yue Qing raised his hand and smoothed the furrow from her brow.

He cradled her face. Their noses touched, and he lightly kissed her red lips. “I am.”

But an imperial decree arrived. Before their engagement, he abandoned Yuheng and returned to the imperial capital. When he appeared again, he was Li Yueling, an imperial envoy personally appointed by the emperor.

The day he entered the mountain, he had himself bound hand and foot and knelt outside the mountain gate. No one from the mountain dared approach.

He shouted, “Li Yueling has come to apologize to his wife! I beg Cui Yuheng, Lord of Changjin Mountain, to put the past behind us and marry me!”

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Li Yueling was an expert at pushing his luck. Yuheng had barely agreed to let him into the manor when he sent word to the capital that he would soon be getting married.

Yuheng flung the intercepted letter at him and told him to stop dreaming.

The handsome man lay on the bed with his clothes in disarray. “You said you'd take responsibility for me after that night. Are you going back on your word now?”

Yuheng: “The man I spent the night with was Yue Qing. What does that have to do with you?”

To her surprise, Li Yueling immediately sat up, grabbed a brush, and said tenderly, “I'll write to my father at once and ask him to remove me from the imperial register. I'll change my name and identity so I can stay with you forever.”

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Theme: Sincerity can move even the hardest heart.