After the Young Lord Faked His Death

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Blurb:

[Revenge with a satisfying payoff. Ruthless young official on the bottom × arrogant, unruly general on top]

In the first year of the Jinghe era, the entire Jiang clan was executed.

Jiang Yu had loyally and tirelessly helped the crown prince ascend the throne, only to be framed by scheming villains and branded a traitor who had colluded with the enemy.

Old friends turned against him and accused him, while former colleagues kicked him when he was down.

Not only was he tortured, but the entire Jiang clan was wiped out because of him.

Only Jiang Yu remained, enduring humiliation and degradation just to survive, no longer able to use the name he had once borne.

The brilliant young Master Jiang became a laughingstock.

Then, five years later, Jiang Yu returned, with a new name and blood on his hands.

For five years, Jiang Yu lay low, secretly weaving a net that would overturn the imperial court.

He would make a blade of his frail, sickly body, and vowed to clear the names of loyal officials and bring the corrupt to justice.

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Lu Meng is both the noble heir of Prince Duan and the commander-in-chief of the Central Army, with military power in his hands.

Jiang Yu would use every advantage available to him, even if it meant working with his sworn rival, the man who had once stood against him at every turn.

He tempted him with profit and promised him power.

From inflaming tensions between the great clans to toppling the emperor, he used Lu Meng's authority and status to advance his plans step by step and stir up a storm.

He had thought the two of them were merely allies of convenience. But whenever he looked back, he always saw those bold, unruly eyes gazing at him, their depths reflecting his image.

Before the blade in his hand could fall, someone had already cut through every thorn in his path for him.

When he returned late at night through the snow, someone was there to brush the snow and wind from his shoulders.

His road to revenge was paved with countless bones, and he had thought his life was no longer worth anything.

Yet whenever he was covered in wounds, a warm, solid embrace would always hold him tight.

The man's breath was scorching, his voice hoarse, filled with a fear and ferocity Jiang Yu had never heard from him before:

"Jiang Yu, you can't do this."

"I'll go along with you seeking revenge, even if you want to use me. But if you're going to hell, then I'll go too. Don't leave me behind."

1. Both are virgins. One-on-one.

2. Set in a fictional ancient political power struggle, but this dynasty has relatively advanced mecha technology.

My next novel, I Make Ten Million a Month by Taking Down Scumbags, is a face-slapping revenge story. Please add it to your collection!

Just after Zhou Chi's company was looted and abandoned by his partner, a thug who had bullied him in high school showed up to collect a debt. His deadbeat father, who had abandoned his wife and child, had taken out a loan from loan sharks, and they wanted to take one of Zhou Chi's legs in payment.

Zhou Chi was chased into an abandoned laboratory building. The moment he stepped inside, every light in the entire building suddenly switched on.

A surge of power rushed through him. He raised a hand, and every creditor who had pursued him instantly collapsed, unconscious.

Beams of blue light gathered in the air, forming a handsome man. He stroked Zhou Chi's face with an incorporeal finger, smiling. "Welcome to the Ultimate Scumbag-Takedown Game System. Handsome, want to make a deal?"

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The System wanted Zhou Chi to take the place of pitiful victims abused and betrayed by scumbags, help them get revenge, and make the scumbags pay.

The System could provide all kinds of golden fingers along the way.

Zhou Chi had no interest in getting involved in other people's business. "I refuse."

Blue-Light Handsome Guy: "Two hundred thousand for targeting a scumbag."

Zhou Chi: "..."

Blue-Light Handsome Guy: "Five hundred thousand for making a scumbag weep."

Zhou Chi: "... It's not about the money."

Blue-Light Handsome Guy: "Two million for making one beg on their knees."

Blue-Light Handsome Guy: "Five million for leaving one on the brink of death."

Zhou Chi quickly wrote down his bank account number. "Do you take advance payments?"

He casually picked up the baseball bat beside him. "Can these guys count too?"

The game officially began.

[Arc One: The Real Young Master Whose Life Was Stolen]

The original host was the real young master of a wealthy family, but his adoptive mother swapped him with a poor family. He tried hard to live a good life and gave everything for a scumbag, only to be treated like a substitute for the fake young master and tormented and humiliated at will. His career was ruined and his dignity stripped away.

Zhou Chi: "Other people see a scumbag. I see money."

Since nobody said a scumbag could only be made to cry once, they were a renewable resource. Of course he would use them again and again.

Once he couldn't earn any more coins from them, he would reclaim the family fortune and send the scumbag and the fake young master straight to prison, all in one convenient package.

[Arc Two: Grinding a Phoenix Man into the Ground]

The original host fell in love with a phoenix man and poured his entire fortune into supporting him, while the man's whole family sucked him dry. Only after his entire estate was transferred away and he was kicked out of his own home did he learn that the scumbag had been cheating on him all along and had given his fortune to his mistress.

Zhou Chi: "I hear phoenix men have lots of poor relatives. Those are all walking five-million payouts."

I'll torment you after tormenting that one, then torment that one after tormenting you. Anyone who hasn't been tormented yet, line up over here. Those crying and regretting everything, please go over there. Don't block the scumbags who are still waiting their turn.

Everyone gets a custom ending, so there's no need to rush.

[Arc Three: Even a CEO Can Encounter a Scumbag]

The original host was the CEO of a publicly traded company. He raised his best friend's son as his own, only to raise a venomous snake. His excessive trust in the boy cost him his family, and after he was tricked out of his entire company, he was imprisoned, used, and deprived of his freedom, enduring endless torture.

Zhou Chi: "This time, the ATM has come knocking on its own door. How could I not wring it out over and over?"

If there's really nothing left to squeeze out, I'll just send him packing in one go, no thanks needed.

Even when you get a dog, you have to pick one with a good temperament. A dog that bites its owner should be beaten and thrown out.

Theme: With a clear conscience, one can look up to heaven without shame and look down at humanity without guilt.