The Villain Perished in the Wind and Snow

History records: "The rebel Xie Ruzhuo froze to death in the snowy winter of Xuanyuan Year Three."

Lu Chenge, a history student, ran her fingers over a page of the book. Her pearly white fingertip came to rest right on the three characters in Xie Ruzhuo's name. What a lovely-sounding name. Too bad he was a villain.

Xie Ruzhuo burned grain supplies while on campaign and embezzled relief funds. Even in exile in the wilderness, he harassed women. So Emperor Ying Wuwei of the South took away his military authority, confiscated his estate, and severed the tendons in his hands and feet. Such treatment of a villain in the history books was perfectly normal.

History is one-sided, but who takes unofficial accounts seriously? "At twenty, a young man came of age, dazzling in talent, his sword 'Spring Excursion' unmatched beneath heaven."

Xie Ruzhuo had spent his life repaying kindness with betrayal, until every friend and mentor was gone. He had thought himself infamous, destined to be reviled for all time.

But a thousand years later, someone pored over countless scraps of unofficial history, rising before dawn and staying up by lamplight, painstakingly piecing together a truth utterly at odds with the official record.

History records: "Emperor Ying Wuwei of the South pacified the Western Regions in his youth and won a great victory at Langjuxu. Later, he ascended the throne, bringing peace and prosperity to the people. Markets stayed open at night, and nothing was ever lost on the road."

After consulting countless books, Lu Chenge discovered that Ying Wuwei was an incompetent fraud who had stolen the credit for others' achievements. From the glaring holes in the history books, she realized that someone had killed countless historians just to erase Xie Ruzhuo's accomplishments.

In Xuanyuan Year Three, a young man clutching a broken sword woke on a snowy day. Amid the vast expanse of white, a young woman had crossed a thousand years of time and space just to hold an umbrella over him.

It inevitably reminded Xie Ruzhuo of the young woman who had been his first love, and who had died too young.

Pre-release novel: "My Brother Stole My Wife," a rugged warlord x a noblewoman

Jiang Yingying, daughter of the Duke of Rong, was noble and elegant, gentle and refined. Together with her cousin Jiang Qingzhu, she was known as one of the capital's two great beauties.

Zhou Peidong, the second son of the Marquis of Zhongxin, was handsome and graceful, with the bearing of a nobleman. He and his older brother Zhou Peixia were as close as brothers, a relationship much admired in the capital.

Jiang Yingying and Zhou Peidong had grown up together and been inseparable since childhood. When they reached marriageable age, they exchanged their birth charts and tokens early, simply waiting for Zhou Peidong to bring her home in a grand bridal sedan.

Zhou Peidong volunteered to join the campaign. He wanted to win distinction before their wedding so he would be worthy of the girl he had loved since childhood. After a great victory, he fell off a cliff while pursuing the enemy and vanished without a trace. When he finally returned to the others' lives, he had lost his memory and pledged himself to the physician who had saved him.

Faced with Jiang Yingying's disappointed expression and her parents' reproaches, Zhou Peidong merely said, "Jiang Yingying is conceited. She follows the rules, but she's stiff and boring. How could I ever have liked her?"

Jiang Yingying was a noblewoman with her own pride and principles. She graciously ended her engagement to the Zhou family.

After the two families broke off the engagement, chaos engulfed the land.

Zhou Peixia, skilled in combat, claimed a territory and became a formidable warlord. Out of guilt for the way his parents had treated Jiang Yingying, he protected her through the chaos.

As a young man, Zhou Peixia had disliked Jiang Yingying. She couldn't even kill a chicken, and she was the very sort of delicate, sheltered girl he despised.

Zhou Peixia watched coldly as a little bug made Jiang Yingying turn pale with fright, then scoffed.

Hah. Noble ladies are all the same.

Later, he wanted nothing more than to bask in her tender affection. His favorite thing was when Jiang Yingying coquettishly teased him. Every pout and smile of hers was captivating.

Only after his older brother and sister-in-law were holding their children did Zhou Peidong regain his memories. He angrily declared that everything was a lie his brother had made up: Zhou Peixia had told him that he and Jiang Yingying couldn't stand each other, and that even as husband and wife they would be a miserable couple.

Zhou Peixia dropped to one knee, took Yingying's delicate feet in his hands, and kissed them gently, his voice almost breaking. "Zhou Peidong tried to take you from me. Everything he said was a lie."

Who was the one who told the great lie, all to keep the goddess of his heart by his side?

Theme: Do good deeds.