Immortals of Taibai [Reborn]

The completed historical romance, Possessive Power Minister Claims the Spring, is a melodramatic tale of obsessive pursuit and bitter love.

The blurb is below this one!

Nan Zhuo's previous life had felt like a nightmare.

In her dream, to repay the one who had saved her life, she severed ties with her sect, rode across battlefields, and helped the Third Prince seize the throne.

She was the only person ever granted the title of "Heavenly General of Ze".

But who could have guessed that, on the day of her grand investiture, the only welcome awaiting her would be a soul-devouring array fueled by the sacrifice of a thousand people?

It turned out that the sun had appeared at night, revealing the fate of a demon star. Everything had been part of a scheme within a scheme.

He wanted her soul scattered to the winds.

Ten years later, she was reborn, only to find herself in the body of Lin Yixian, the prime minister's daughter, gentle as jade.

She became a disciple of Kunlun Sect once more, only to discover that Gu Qingzheng, rumored to have spent the past ten years in seclusion cultivating, had lost his golden core and slept for a decade.

No matter, she murmured.

"A great demon has appeared, Master. Even if it costs me my life, I'll get you that ten-thousand-year-old golden core."

The moonlight was silver, and they lay close together beneath the gauzy curtains by the bed.

She had long since run out of strength in Gu Qingzheng's arms.

Her thoughts were a tangled mess, and she forced down her panic.

"Master, aren't we being a little too intimate...?"

Gu Qingzheng's lips curved upward. He took a strand of her dark hair and kissed it, tightening the arm around her.

"It's fine."

Fine? All right, all right. This was nothing like the Gu Qingzheng who used to keep everyone at arm's length.

Could it be because of that ten-thousand-year-old demon core?

I knew that demon core wasn't anything proper!

Everyone said that Gu Qingzheng, the immortal master of Kunlun Sect in the Taibai Domain, was like moonlight between the pines: cold, distant, and untouchable.

Everyone said that ten years ago, for the sake of all living beings, he had personally killed his beloved disciple, Nan Zhuo.

No one knew that on that day,

he had rushed over with his sword, only to see her lying in a pool of blood, silently calling out to him with her final breath.

That day, he had blown up his golden core and risked his life to protect the few remnants of her soul.

When he awoke, he recognized her at a glance.

But she was always cautious and kept her distance.

It didn't matter. In this life, nothing could stop him from keeping her by his side.

*** Not a female-led story

After transmigrating, Shen Zhaozhao became a maid who swept the floors at a country estate.

The original owner had been taken in by an older woman at the estate several years ago, and had since grown into a breathtaking beauty.

The older woman's simple-minded son tried to assault Shen Zhaozhao. The commotion drew the attention of the Prince of Zhennan, who was staying at the estate to recuperate.

The law was strict, but the older woman insisted that Shen Zhaozhao had seduced her son first and wanted to have her drowned in a pig cage.

Shen Zhaozhao tried to prove her innocence and seize the chance to buy her freedom.

But the Prince of Zhennan sat firmly in his seat, his desire to conquer her growing harder to suppress.

"With a face like that, you're fit to be my concubine."

Prince Pei Huaiqian of Zhennan had won countless battles. On the surface, he was a paragon of grace and refinement, beloved by countless young ladies from prominent families. Few knew that deep down, he was cruel, ruthless, and bloodthirsty.

As his concubine, Shen Zhaozhao would be his slave for life. She refused, yet night after night, she begged for mercy as Pei Huaiqian tormented her without restraint.

They were ambushed on the road back to the capital, and by chance, Shen Zhaozhao saved Pei Huaiqian.

Pei Huaiqian promised that once they returned to the capital, he would give her a freeborn status and let her go.

Half a year later, Pei Huaiqian fought his way back to the capital.

"I'll let you be bold once. Whatever you want, just ask."

Shen Zhaozhao looked at him with eager anticipation.

"My lord, I only want freeborn status!"

Pei Huaiqian looked at Shen Zhaozhao's hopeful eyes. His expression darkened, his gaze growing dimmer by the moment, and a chilling smile tugged at his lips.

"There's no rush. I have something even better to give you."

Shen Zhaozhao waited with bated breath, thinking it would be gold and silver jewels to go with her freeborn status. But in the end, she got just two words:

"Favored concubine."

Shen Zhaozhao escaped, leaving no trace of her remains.

As it happened, Shen Zhaozhao had survived her leap into the river. Two years later, she made a living selling paintings and calligraphy in another country.

Her benefactor asked for her hand. The man before her was gentle and refined, and she decided he seemed like a good match. She softly agreed.

But she never expected Pei Huaiqian to storm into her wedding feast on the day of her marriage, a bloodstained sword in hand!

Later, as he listened to her soft moans escape between her teeth, Pei Huaiqian pressed down on her lower back and edged closer inch by inch.

"Sweetheart, I have plenty of ways to properly tame you..."

Reader's guide:

* One-on-one romance, both leads are virgins, happy ending

* The male lead is an obsessive pursuer, a ruthless madman

* A melodramatic, angsty story. The author doesn't pull any punches (IMPORTANT!!). If that's not your thing, read at your own risk!!!!

* No unsolicited writing advice. You don't need to notify me if you drop the story.

Theme: I will stay with you, no matter how far the road takes us