The General Doesn't Believe I'm His Beloved (Reborn)

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A bickering couple sets off on a journey to win back his wife

[Lively, resilient little princess x devoted young general]

The day Shen Qingfang drew her last breath, white mourning banners fluttered across the General's residence.

Yet a new Princess Fuxi suddenly appeared in the imperial palace.

When she was a little girl, a wandering Daoist had personally visited her and said, "Your fate is bound to Greedy Wolf, and your soul will return to the Purple Enclosure."

Now she had been reborn in the body of Ji Rou, the ninth princess, who had been destined to die young in the cold palace. She had not only escaped her frail, sickly body, but also gained a life of honor and status.

What she did not know was that, upon hearing of her death, her older brother, the young general who had never lost a battle and was the bravest in the army, had nearly died in a battle that should have ended in a great victory.

Shen Yunzhao returned to the capital gravely wounded. Bound by her identity, she could only watch as the usually carefree young man fell into despair and sought death.

The day Shen Yunzhao tried to die again, Shen Qingfang clutched the jade pendant he had given her long ago and begged him to recognize her, but he held a sharp sword to her throat.

"Dare to say another word against Qingqing," the young general said, his eyes cold as ice, "and I'll cut out your tongue."

With all hope gone, she was sent to marry into an enemy state under the terms of a marriage alliance.

On the thousand-mile journey to her wedding, every time she tried to reveal who she was, she was mocked for spouting nonsense.

Shen Yunzhao personally tied the wedding dress on her, never realizing that beneath the red veil was the very "younger sister" he loved to the point of madness, yet could never have.

She finally stopped resisting and was obediently sent into the Xiongnu royal court.

But on her wedding night, as the red candles crackled, she heard iron hooves trampling the royal city outside. Bloodstained armor crashed through the door of the bridal chamber.

By the light of the red candles, Shen Yunzhao, drenched in blood and leaning on a spear as he limped toward Shen Qingfang in her wedding dress, held the trembling girl tightly in his arms.

"My little sister is getting married. How could you not tell your brother?"

"But it doesn't matter. I killed them all, so this time doesn't count."

What use did he have for all those glorious military achievements? They were only worth one imperial decree of marriage, so he could call her his beloved openly and honorably.

*Content note: The heroine has one soul in two bodies, and neither body is related to the hero by blood.

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[Sweet, sunny girl x possessive, secretly ruthless man]

Marriage before love, then a journey to win his wife back

Feng Xiting had a wonderful fiancé.

Though he was frail, he had a face so beautiful he could have been a woman. Add his status as crown prince, and he was the sort of match everyone in the capital envied.

But she was ugly and uncouth, hardly an ideal young woman by the standards of Shengjing.

The beauty of Shengjing's women was measured by slender figures and proper manners.

But Xiting had grown up among the sandy borderlands. How could she compare with those noble young ladies, with their skin like ice and jade and every glance and smile full of charm?

When noble ladies invited her to their banquets, it was usually just to mock and ridicule her.

She didn't particularly care. She just quietly ate, too busy to pay attention to a single word they said.

But her fiancé, always admired by everyone in Shengjing, was the first to show his displeasure in public and speak harshly, all to defend her.

Xiting merely wiped the grease from the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief and smiled sweetly. "Thank you, Your Highness the Crown Prince."

As for falling in love? She could think about that later.

He Zan had the appearance of a celestial beauty, with a fine bearing and an elegant, jade-like figure. In his twenty years of life, he had never once made a mistake.

Now he had offended many people for the sake of an unattractive fiancée, making countless people wonder if the crown prince really had a fetish for ugly women.

But no one knew that He Zan was frail because the current empress had poisoned him with a cold toxin. He had deliberately gotten close to Feng Xiting only to appeal to her feelings and trade for an antidote, so he could contend with the empress.

Thus the people of the capital often saw the crown prince, ill and weak, following the "ugly girl" Xiting with tender affection, watching the boats drift past the riverbank with her and enjoying the dazzling fireworks together...

And all this earned him only Xiting's sincere thanks:

"Thank you for playing with me, Your Highness."

As for affection? She felt nothing more than friendship with someone who kept her company.

Until, later, He Zan lost himself in the very pretense he had put on.

Unfortunately, Xiting saw the secret letter that had not yet been burned, the one saying, "Once the plan succeeds, kill the wife."

After reading it, Xiting simply brought him the antidote and offered to call things even.

But He Zan looked at her face, utterly unmoved, gritted his teeth, and slapped away the bowl of antidote he had begged so hard to obtain.

Furious, he demanded, "Feng Xiting! Have you never had even the slightest sincere feeling for me?"

Xiting simply stared at his hysterical face, utterly bewildered.

She said, "You wanted sincerity, Your Highness? I sincerely went to find the antidote for you."

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Intent: Life is precious. Cherish it as you go.