After the Demon Lord Was Tricked into Having a Child with His Mortal Enemy

Coming soon: The Outcast Could Never Fall in Love with a Monster. Blurb at the end

[Blurb]

A cross-dressing immortal lord top x a cold-on-the-outside, clueless demon lord bottom

The deputy general of the Demon Sect, a man who had slaughtered countless people, had been having the same dream lately.

In it, there was always a village called Qingruo, with beautiful scenery and gentle breezes and warm waters.

He had a little courtyard beneath a silk tree on the eastern side of the village. Every time he stepped through the gate, an adorable little dumpling, fair as snow and jade, would come out to greet him, looking up at him happily and holding out both arms. "Pick me up!"

His gentle, graceful wife wore a white dress of mermaid silk. Her face was indistinct, and her voice was soft as a murmur.

"A-Zhao, you're here again."

Fu Zhao had dreamed the same dream countless times, until his mind was in a daze. Even on the battlefield, amid the slaughter between immortals and demons, his wife's blurred face would suddenly flash before his eyes.

How could the deputy general, second only to the Demon Sect's leader and above countless others, allow himself to have such a ridiculous weakness? So, the last time he entered the dream, Fu Zhao coldly swung his blade and slit his wife's throat with his own hand.

When the blood splashed across his face, it was warm. The usually cold and merciless demon lord froze for a moment.

The sensation was so vivid.

Several days after the nightmare finally shattered, Fu Zhao led Qiujiyai in a battle against their sworn enemy, Penglai Isle, in the Eastern Wastelands. The immortal sect's commander was said to be Qin Miyuan, a young prodigy with half the blood of the demon clan's nightmare beasts.

The man was handsome and graceful, his long hair loosely tied back with a white jade hairpin. Though Fu Zhao had never seen him before, there was something inexplicably familiar about his appearance.

Before the two armies, the immortal lord used a secret demon art to send his voice directly into Fu Zhao's mind. His voice was gentle, with a hint of feigned lament.

"Why did you kill me like that? You scared our child so badly he had a fever for three whole nights. You really are a heartless mother, my A-Zhao."

Reader's Guide:

1v1, both leads are each other's only partners, childbirth

The blurb is told in reverse; the story itself is told chronologically

My own take on cultivation. All the worldbuilding serves the plot, so please don't get hung up on it, orz

If you're not enjoying it, please stop reading

Coming Soon:

Xuan Pei loathed Ji Lin from the moment they first met.

The war between Changming Heaven and the Nether Marshes had raged for over a thousand years. The hatred between the two clans ran bone-deep. How could that lowly monster born of a swamp possibly be worthy of the most noble divine heir of the celestial clan?

But his uncle wanted him to marry that monster.

Whether it was meant to humiliate him or to bring peace to the Three Realms no longer mattered. His father and brothers had fallen one after another, and his uncle held all the power.

The young divine heir had no choice.

Xuan Pei couldn't tell whether Ji Lin was willing, and he didn't care. Back then, the young divine heir, still too weak to spread his wings and forced to do as others wished, was full of resentment, gloom, and spite. At their very first meeting, the two of them must have exchanged nothing but insults.

Sometimes Xuan Pei felt he had lived too long.

A thousand years, ten thousand years, long enough for everyone he had known to die. All those loves, hatreds, and lingering regrets had gradually blurred in his mind, becoming moldy patches scattered through his memories.

He could barely remember much of what happened after he married that monster.

The only thing he could still remember was that pair of eyes: dark gold, like molten gold about to fade at dusk. They were beautiful.

Afterward, he would often lean against a bamboo daybed at sunset, staring blankly at the horizon and wishing he could see those eyes again.

Perhaps Ji Lin resented him. Xuan Pei wasn't sure, because he hadn't even had time to understand his own feelings before that monster died on the battlefield.

But if Ji Lin didn't resent him, why had he refused to appear in his dreams all these years?

Xuan Pei thought he didn't love Ji Lin.

His inability to let go after all these years, his constant longing, was only because he wanted to figure out the answer.

Everyone in the Three Realms knew the celestial war god despised his divine consort utterly, hated him so much that he even dug open his grave after he died.

As time passed, the rumors changed. In later generations, even the human world's stage plays began portraying the war god and his first wife as a pair of bitter enemies.

On a drizzly day, a man in a peacock-blue cloak drew his sword and smashed every theater in the city. Amid the chaos, as guests fled in every direction, he cut through layers of curtains with one stroke, but his blade suddenly stopped.

The man with dark golden eyes slowly raised his head. He stared blankly for a moment, then suddenly jumped out the window and ran.

The sword in Xuan Pei's hand trembled uncontrollably. He forced the name out through clenched teeth, each syllable cutting him to the heart.

"Ji... Lin?"

Reader's Guide:

An emo widower top who goes crazy after discovering a thousand years later that his wife faked his death x a playful bottom who thinks, "I like you? I was just pretending, haha, didn't see that coming, did you? Why are you tying me up?"

1v1, both leads are each other's only partners

The author doesn't take sides in shipping wars, so extreme fans should read with caution

Fake death, with some ensemble cast elements

I just love writing men giving birth, please leave me alone

Theme: Be sincere with one another, and you can see the truth in each other's hearts