He's Handsome, Powerful, and Tragic; I'm the Villain [Matriarchy]

I died four times. I had a great time, and my man suffered.

In my first life, I was a countrywoman from a mountain village, an old spinster. He was a beautiful young man abused and humiliated by his father-in-law. I pitied him and loved him; he resented and hated me. In the end, he killed me on our wedding night and became a widower.

In my second life, he was the real prince, fallen into common life and defiled by an old spinster. I was a skilled secret guard sent by the fake prince's father, sworn to protect him with my life. He tried to assassinate the fake prince, while I rescued him. Then he climbed into my bed and tried to seduce me. I was powerless to resist in bed, but once we were out of it, I grabbed a knife and fought back. In the end, I was caught red-handed and sentenced to be beheaded in the street by his mother.

In my third life, I was an old emperor of an enemy kingdom, widowed and raising a whole bunch of kids. He was the eldest prince, sent to marry me off in a political alliance, and still possessed of mature charm. He loathed and resisted me, but in the end he fell in love with me anyway. I was a foolish emperor and he was a bewitching empress, but I was killed by rebels while protecting him.

In my fourth life, my tribulation was over, but I refused to return to the immortal realm. I borrowed a corpse to return to life again, and another century had passed. He was reborn as a young assassin, trained to be ruthless and feral. I was merely a servant who swept the floors for a young lady. I raised him with my own hands, but in the end, I saw him playing out a childhood-sweethearts romance with the young lady. Driven mad with jealousy, I imprisoned him. I refused to let him go, refused to let him fall in love with anyone else. He fought back, until his childhood sweetheart killed me. He held my corpse and wept, but I still didn't know whether he loved me, or how many lifetimes he would love me for.

In my fifth life, my heart was broken, so I returned to the immortal realm. I decided that love was unreliable and fleeting, and became the lofty, carefree immortal I used to be. But he searched for me in the mortal world for a hundred years, then ascended to immortality and even got a permanent position in the Celestial Court.

Rumors spread through the Celestial Court: a peerlessly beautiful male immortal had arrived. He was aloof and untouchable, but when he was still mortal, he'd had four women...

What a coincidence. All four women were me.

*An unconventional quick transmigration/transmigrate story. An immortal heroine borrows corpses to return to life, wearing the skin of a scumbag as she gets entangled with the male lead in different periods of his life.

*A pretend harem and true redemption story. Pretend! The heroine is the scumbag who keeps changing faces; the male lead is pure! This author currently does not accept impure male leads!

Theme: Love can make the timid braver.