Good News! My Husband Is Dead

Jun Ci and Yan Yunshuo had been at each other's throats for more than a decade.

They never expected that after entering a strange illusion, they would both lose their memories, fall for each other, and become a married couple of shameless men.

They had a great time as husband and husband in the illusion. Once they came out and regained their memories, Jun Ci and Yan Yunshuo stared at each other in shock.

Jun Ci couldn't stop thinking about how Yan Yunshuo had coaxed him into those positions and gripped his ankles to take him again and again.

Yan Yunshuo was stunned that he'd actually handed the throne over for Jun Ci, and even said foolish things like, "I'll give you my life," his eyes red and his hand around Jun Ci's waist.

Jun Ci drew his sword. "There's no way I willingly let my sworn enemy sleep with me that many times."

Yan Yunshuo reached for his blade. "There's no way I spent all those years devotedly acting like a dog for my sworn enemy."

They fought until heaven and earth darkened. Afterward, each swore never to repeat the same mistake.

Then fate played its tricks. Somehow, by one twist of coincidence after another, Jun Ci ended up tangled in bed with Yan Yunshuo again.

This time it wasn't in an illusion. It happened in reality, and they were caught red-handed with no way to deny it.

They were escorted to the bridal chamber, and the pair of sworn enemies became a bitter couple.

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Not long after they married, Yan Yunshuo died.

On the seventh day after Yan Yunshuo's death, Jun Ci held a grand banquet to celebrate that he wouldn't have to divorce him, since he was now a widower.

Countless white funeral banners fluttered in the mourning hall. Jun Ci wore white mourning clothes, as pale as frost and snow, and held Yan Yunshuo's memorial tablet. Nearby, a band played music and sang cheerfully in front of Yan Yunshuo's coffin.

That night, Jun Ci dreamed that Yan Yunshuo came to find him, furious. "I can forgive you for playing the suona at my memorial tablet, but what do you mean by flirting with someone else in front of my coffin?"

"It means I'm finding a living person to marry again." Jun Ci sneered and scattered a handful of rice, easily driving him away. "We only got married for show. Do you expect me to become a real widow for you?"

Widowers attract trouble. Jun Ci was still dressed in mourning when the young lord of the Dragon Clan, the young master of the Netherworld Sect, and an immortal ghost cultivator came calling one after another, all claiming they wanted to take care of Yan Yunshuo's bereaved spouse.

Jun Ci turned none of them away. When he went on dates with candidates for his second marriage, he even brought Yan Yunshuo's memorial tablet along, making the green glow above Yan Yunshuo's head grow as lush as grass on a grave.

That night, Jun Ci dreamed of Yan Yunshuo again. The man was covered in blood and seething with resentment. He grabbed Jun Ci's chin with a sinister look. "We had all the proper betrothal gifts and rites. We were officially married. How can you call it a fake marriage?!"

Jun Ci brushed his hand away and exchanged more than ten blows with him before finally stuffing him back into his coffin. "Marriage requires two people to be in love, or at least to treat each other with respect. We can't stand the sight of each other. How can we be real cultivation partners?"

Yan Yunshuo was silent for a long while, then closed the coffin lid himself. "Just you wait."

Jun Ci waited. Once Yan Yunshuo's mourning period was over, Jun Ci took off his mourning clothes one day, then wore a phoenix crown and bridal robes the next, with a grand procession of wedding gifts stretching for miles as he remarried in style.

His second spouse was enormously influential, peerless in cultivation, and a perfect match for Jun Ci in both status and background.

Inside the bridal chamber, dragon-and-phoenix candles burned high. Jun Ci sat amid piles of gold and jade, waiting for the new cultivation partner he'd chosen after much deliberation.

The door creaked softly as someone strode in, his imposing presence wrapped in a scarlet wedding robe as bright as blood.

The veil was lifted. Jun Ci looked up, only to see Yan Yunshuo's face.

God knew what had spurred this dead man on. In just a few dozen days, his cultivation had skyrocketed. This time, Jun Ci couldn't drive him away or stuff him back into his coffin. Instead, he was trapped helplessly in the tiny space of the wedding bed.

The red candles flickered, and the bridal curtains were warm with springtime. Jun Ci repeated his mistake for a third time.

He cursed Yan Yunshuo for being a dead ghost as his whole body trembled and he fell apart.

"You look so pitiful when you cry." Yan Yunshuo kissed the tears at the corners of his eyes, his voice tender even as his actions were rough. "Why couldn't you cry when you came to visit my grave?"

1v1, both seme and uke are sexually inexperienced, happy ending

A seme who was a sunny, cheerful high-schooler but worked hard to evolve into a dark, damp ghost after fearing his wife would really run off with someone else × an aloof, high-and-mighty uke whose mouth is stubborn as a duck's but who turns soft when kissed

1. The story starts after they leave the illusion. At first, it's daily life full of chaos and arguments between a young married couple. They're true sworn enemies. Only after the seme dies does he start desperately trying to climb into his wife's bed.

2. A self-indulgent feast: the sworn-enemy-to-lover trope, marriage first and love later, a beautiful widower, and a dead husband climbing into bed, along with all sorts of other kinks.

3. Politely declining fanfiction about the author. The author is a shipper and will use every means necessary to defend this couple's love.

4. At heart, this is a sweet story of a couple's playful banter, but since Jun Ci's husband died, I won't label it sweet after all (sad).

Cultivation stages: Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Spirit Transformation, Void Refinement, Body Integration, Mahayana, Tribulation Transcendence

Ghost ranks and their corresponding cultivation stages: Ghost Fiend (Qi Refining), Ghost Spirit (Foundation Establishment), Ghost Envoy (Golden Core), Ghost General (Nascent Soul and Spirit Transformation), Ghost King (Void Refinement and Body Integration), Ghost Emperor (Mahayana and Tribulation Transcendence)

Theme: Love's origins are unknown, but once it takes root, it runs deep. The living can die, and the dead can live.