The Year My Wife Died (Reborn)

[I'm sorry I couldn't keep my promise to you all. In June, I contacted my editor to ask for the novel's VIP chapters to be unlocked, but since I posted a chapter, they couldn't unlock it. I'll have to wait a few months, and even then I probably won't be able to finish it. I don't want to give the story a rushed ending with just a few chapters, so if you're new here, please don't buy the VIP chapters. It seems that only a quarter of the cost can be refunded when the chapters are unlocked.]

The youngest daughter of the Jiang family, Jiang Ruoshen, is nicknamed Yaoyao. She is stunningly beautiful and gentle by nature.

On the surface, she's a refined young lady from a family of military officers. In truth, she's the commander of the secret guards loyal to the Empress.

One day, a coup takes place. Her father and brothers die on the battlefield, the Empress takes her own life, and Jiang Ruoshen is framed and gravely injured, losing all her martial arts skills and becoming a powerless pawn.

If asked about her greatest regrets in life, she has two.

First, when she was young, she gave her heart to Crown Prince Xue Xiao, who married someone else to seize power.

Second, in a fit of pique, she forced herself on He Yannian, the Crown Prince's trusted aide. She had used her beauty to seduce the playboy, with no love involved, yet still fulfilled her duties as his wife. In the end, the libertine fell in love with another woman.

One snowy night, as old wounds and new pain struck together, Jiang Ruoshen drank poison and died, determined to preserve her dignity.

She never expected that in the year Jiang Ruoshen died, the husband who had loathed her would weep over her coffin.

Wasn't she determined to entangle herself with him for the rest of her life?

The former crown prince had become emperor. His hair turned white overnight, and he forcibly took his minister's wife's coffin and buried it in the imperial mausoleum.

Seven years later, he kissed her face again.

"If Yaoyao were alive, I'd let you go. But since Yaoyao is dead, she should return to my side."

After all the fighting and scheming, the one who finally gave her peace was her cousin, the one she'd only met a handful of times in her life.

The world marveled at his almost demonic intelligence. Feared by all in life, even years after his death, he could sway an emperor's decree with a keepsake he had left behind.

She was buried in the Lian family's ancestral graveyard.

That year marked the seventh year that Lian Cuicuo had rested there.

When Jiang Ruoshen opened her eyes again, she was reborn at fourteen.

She was still the commander of the Feiyuan Guards, her father and brothers were alive, and her family was happy.

That midsummer, beneath a parasol in the leafy corridor, stood her cousin A Fei, who had been dead for many years.

In this life, she is loved by the Crown Prince and her former husband more than ever, but no matter how hard they scheme, all they get in return is her indifferent gaze.

She asks her brilliant cousin, "How can a person live without regrets?"

Lian Cuicuo draws her into his arms. "Marry me."

Read these warnings first:

1. Written for my own enjoyment. A universally adored heroine; she wasn't a virgin in her previous life, while the men are virgins in both lives. Brothers fight over the same woman in a massive harem of heartbreak and regret. Extra-large serving of melodrama.

2. The heroine is beautiful and skilled in martial arts, so she has her flaws. Please don't expect too much from her intelligence, at least where romance is concerned.

3. 50% anti-piracy chapters.

4. To explain the heroine being fourteen at the start: the setting is inspired by Xun Guan, a thirteen-year-old female general of the Western Jin. Those who have read the novel will know there are two commanders, and the heroine is only responsible for the martial arts side of things.

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"As Heaven Promised" (a rugged man of another tribe x a delicate young lady)

To break off her elder sister's engagement, her stepmother threatens the life of Fu Lianshuang's mother and forces her to ruin her sister's impoverished fiance by sacrificing her virtue.

She does as she's told.

Later, when the royal family decides to send her elder sister to marry an elderly Hun chanyu, her stepmother repeats the same trick and forces Fu Lianshuang to wear the wedding dress.

With no way to escape her fate, Fu Lianshuang prepares to die in a foreign land.

The journey to the marriage alliance is fraught with misfortune. After a sandstorm, bandits attack. She flees in desperation and falls beneath a horse.

A brave, battle-hardened man arrives with his army and beheads every bandit.

His green eyes are as wild and proud as a serpent's, and his bloodstained hand grips her chin painfully.

In clumsy, halting Central Plains speech, he says,

"Poor little thing, you're my spoils of war now."

Terrified by the look in his eyes, as if he could tear her limb from limb, she trembles.

Fu Lianshuang's only act of rebellion was once buying a slave in a busy marketplace, chaining him up, and forcing herself on him.

Since she was destined to lose her virtue, she was determined to trample on the Fu family's dignity by sleeping with a lowly slave.

In a night of reckless passion, she carved her name into his back.

If that name ever came to light, it would take the Fu family down with her.

"Before daybreak, I'll have to lie beside another man who's drunk. But if you remember my name, then I'll belong to you forever."

A false show of sincerity, a cruel lie.

The slave responded by biting her shoulder in fury, drawing a stream of blood.

Only after Fu Lianshuang became his helpless prey did she learn that the man she'd humiliated was the son of the chanyu she was supposed to marry, a devil who took pleasure in killing.

The next moment, a blade pressed against the woman's vulnerable neck. "Tell me, how many times should I cut you to make up for the name you carved into me?"

Only later, when Fuluo Chi raised an army in rebellion and seized her from the royal court, did she learn that the "slave" had taken her lie for the truth.

Theme: Don't blame fate or others. Keep the courage to start over