Widowed, I Was Claimed by My Late Husband’s Nemesis

[Old-school melodrama and obsessive possession. Next book: My Years as an Undercover Agent] The Marquis of Jiayi died in battle, giving his life bravely. On the day of his funeral, his political enemy Liang Yu arrived at the marquis’s residence with an imperial decree. Overnight, the Marquis of Jiayi, who had died for his country, was branded a traitor who had colluded with the enemy. Liang Yu stared at the marquis’s husband, dressed in mourning clothes and weeping bitterly, and said coldly, “Treason is unforgivable. By imperial order, every member of the marquis’s household, including the servants, is to be thrown into the death cells.” Chu Changhuan obeyed the decree and took poison. One cup of poisoned wine, and he “died” on the spot. But when he woke again, he found himself in Liang Yu’s private residence… * Rumors in the capital said that Prince Liang had hidden away a beautiful concubine. The beauty was fiercely stubborn, and only the ruthless Prince Liang could tame him. No one knew that whenever midnight brought dreams and passion, the beauty always called out the name of his husband, who had died on the battlefield. Liang Yu finally snapped. Gripping Chu Changhuan’s chin, he demanded, “You’re already carrying my child. Why can’t you stop thinking about him?!” Chu Changhuan sneered. “Your Highness, don’t forget that you were the one who personally gave me to the Marquis of Jiayi.” A witch’s drug had been planted in Chu Changhuan’s body. Lit with incense, it stirred desire and could make him bear a child. He should have hated Liang Yu, but the witch’s drug clouded his heart. Night after night, he indulged in carnal pleasure with Liang Yu, becoming addicted to it. On the day of the Qixi Festival, Chu Changhuan was abducted. He cried out in fear, but the man hurriedly pulled down his face covering and soothed him gently: “Huanhuan, it’s me.” It was Gu Minghe, who had died on the battlefield six months ago! Before Chu Changhuan could rejoice, he tremblingly covered his slightly rounded belly… “My heart longs for the moon, but the moon shines on the gutter.” Note: Witchcraft pregnancy, multiple endings. See the fifth note for details. Old-school melodrama + obsessive possession + love rivals at each other’s throats. Second-pregnancy bonus chapter. The recipient is a fragile vine, soft as water and prone to tears. The recipient was never betrothed to the prince, and he and the marquis divorced. Neither man ever secured a formal status from him. Written to indulge my own kinks. All the major warnings are listed, so if you don’t like it, please don’t read. Cut your losses in time and everyone will be happier. [The story clearly states that there will be a crematorium-style redemption arc. If that’s not your thing, please move on. Comments that affect the author’s mood will be deleted.] Next up, a sweet historical danmei to switch things up: My Years as an Undercover Agent An enthusiastic little sunshine vs. a cold, reserved man who’s secretly a flirt Recipient’s perspective: Wen Jin was ordered to head southwest on an undercover mission. Passing through Luzhou, he saw someone in trouble and rescued a scholar being pursued by criminals. The scholar was injured, cold, and taciturn. Wen Jin took meticulous care of him, and the two traveled south together. Over time, Wen Jin’s affection for the scholar grew. He even dragged him into swearing brotherhood before Lord Guan. When they eventually parted ways, Wen Jin held the scholar’s hand and said solemnly, “Your little brother has a great responsibility: to infiltrate the Zhantian Cult and kill that demon, Lan Yulang! Once I’ve won, I’ll come visit you, big brother.” The scholar asked curiously, “The demonic cult is full of experts. How will you kill its leader?” Wen Jin said bashfully, “I heard that demon likes men, so I…” The scholar narrowed his eyes. “Oh.” Attacker’s perspective: Just after Lan Yulang took the cult leader’s throne, several priests joined forces to torment him. His meridians were damaged, leaving him as good as crippled. He fled to Luzhou, and when his life was in danger, a handsome, exceptionally skilled young man came to his rescue with a drawn blade, saving his life. Several days later, he recovered his powers and returned to the Zhantian Cult, determined to purge the sect. But just then, Wen Jin successfully infiltrated the demonic cult and ran into him by chance. Astonished, he cried, “Big brother, what are you doing here?!” Lan Yulang thought for a moment and replied, “I’m undercover too.” Wen Jin: “…” W-what a coincidence? Cult members’ perspective: Every day, the cult members asked as part of their routine, “Has the leader executed that undercover agent from the Martial Alliance?” The leader’s trusted aide replied, “No.” The cult members asked again, “Then… has the leader’s secret identity been exposed?” The trusted aide: “No.” The cult members were puzzled. “The leader is ruthless and decisive, and never shows mercy. Why is he being so lenient with an undercover agent?” The trusted aide replied, “Lenient? Not necessarily. When I passed the leader’s bedroom last night, I heard Wen Jin begging. He was crying and saying things like ‘I can’t take it anymore,’ ‘I don’t want it anymore,’ and ‘Hurry up and pull it out.’ Seems the leader was furious and punishing him.” The cult members: “…” A stunning, super-strong but romantically dense prodigy recipient vs. the cold, ruthless, decisive demonic cult leader attacker who dotes on his husband Theme: Though the mortal world has a thousand flavors, entering it brings half a lifetime of sorrow