Dreams of Mountains and Rivers

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Zhao Shitang x (Zhu Jue) Chu Mianyu

Humorous good-for-nothing ghost officer gong x cool-faced, sharp-tongued beauty shou

First Life: "Eloping with My Father's Cold-Faced Husband" (currently in progress)

Second Life: "I Rebel Against the Emperor and the Feudal System in the Underworld"

Third Life: "Disciple, Is Your Husband Me?"

Blurb One:

Chu Mianyu was born unlucky. A pair of yin-yang eyes appeared out of nowhere and shattered the peaceful fate he had been born with, leaving him short-lived and destined to die young. To stay alive, he had no choice but to become a Taoist priest, killing ghosts to prolong his life.

One day, while hunting a ghost, Chu Mianyu came across a sneaky-looking ghost officer. He was handsome, but the way he gazed at Chu Mianyu was burning hot. His eyes swept over him from head to toe, as if stripping him naked. He didn't seem like a good person.

Chu Mianyu: "Get lost!"

There was no limit to how much Chu Mianyu could hate someone, only someone he could hate even more. He already couldn't stand this ghost officer. Then, the next day, he found him at his house, and his loathing seemed to rise from the very depths of his soul.

He drew his sword and lunged, shouting, "Evil ghost! Face my blade!"

Zhao Shitang: "..."

Back home, Chu Mianyu told his grandfather about everything, making sure to describe Zhao Shitang in detail. His grandfather was a powerful Taoist priest. As soon as he heard the description, he exclaimed, "Oh my! He's an officer in the Underworld, specifically assigned to capture ghosts. He has the list of spirits you dream of getting your hands on!"

Chu Mianyu's eyes widened. "What?!"

"How could this be!"

So, rubbing his chin, he figured that no matter how irritating Zhao Shitang was, he would have to suck up to him...

Blurb Two:

In his first life, Zhao Shitang's father secretly married a man and brought him home. By the time Zhao Shitang found out, the groom had already arrived in a grand bridal sedan. But that wasn't even what infuriated Zhao Shitang most. What he couldn't accept was that the groom was nineteen and he was eighteen, so a one-year age difference had turned the man into his mother.

That very day, Zhao Shitang barged into his father's wedding chamber, sat on the bridal bed, lifted the groom's veil, and glared darkly at the man's cold, handsome face. "So you're the one who wants to be my mother..."

The groom replied with calm dignity, "How could that be? I married Zhao Detian, but I certainly don't have a son like you."

Those words left Zhao Shitang speechless, and a grudge was born. But over the following months, his father was away on business again and again, leaving just the two of them in the vast Zhao residence. They couldn't avoid each other, and even ate at the same table. Before long, Zhao Shitang fell for him, his feelings hidden at first but deepening as they spent every day together, until they were etched into his very bones. He was about to steal his father's beloved away when he learned that Chu Mianyu had consumption and wouldn't live much longer.

Life was short, barely a hundred years. How hard it was to find someone who gave you their heart. On the long road to the Yellow Springs, Zhao Shitang couldn't say whether he was thinking clearly or not. Either way, he went along with the groom in a daze... The two made a pact: unless their souls were annihilated, they would never part.

In the second life, through a series of twists of fate, Zhao Shitang became a ghost, while the groom was reborn as a human and became the eldest son of the Chu family, Chu Mianyu. Zhao Shitang, harboring ulterior motives, still wanted to fulfill the unfinished romance of their previous life. As soon as Chu Mianyu came of age, he eagerly went to see him.

"Hey, kid!"

Eighteen-year-old Chu Mianyu eyed him warily. "Who are you?"

Zhao Shitang grinned. "I'm your man from your previous life. I've come to find you in this one. Are you coming with me?"

"Dad! There's a kidnapper!"

Chu Mianyu yelled and ran home. But fate couldn't be turned away with just a few words. The two soon fell in love again and ended up together. They thought this life would be safe and peaceful, with the two of them living out their days as an ordinary couple. But humans and ghosts belonged to different worlds. After kissing only a few times, Chu Mianyu was afflicted by ghost energy, fell ill, and died. At the end, he held Zhao Shitang's hand, rested his forehead on its back, and made a solemn promise: "If I have another life, come find me. I'll be with you again."

Just as Chu Mianyu had hoped, they really did have another life. But fate had other plans. This time, neither remembered anything. The amnesiac ghost and the reincarnated human met again and became master and disciple, staring at each other in confusion.

Zhao Shitang was puzzled. "Disciple, you look familiar."

Chu Mianyu made no effort to hide his feelings. "Master, you get on my nerves."

They both clicked their tongues. They had barely spent a few days together as master and disciple when, in a most bizarre fashion, the memories of their past lives began to resurface one by one. With the memories of both previous lives restored, the two tried to sort out their relationship.

"In your life before last, you were my stepmother. In your last life, you were my lover. And in this life, you're, you're my disciple!" Zhao Shitang stammered.

Chu Mianyu rolled his eyes. "Forget all that for now. I've discovered a huge secret!"

Who could have guessed that behind the romance they had missed in both their previous lives lay an enormous secret, a conspiracy spanning hundreds of years!

Keywords: Three lives, growing old together, ending in regret.

Content warning:

At Jinjiang's request, during the period in the first life when Chu Mianyu (shou) and Zhao Shitang's father were still married, Chu Mianyu had already ended the marriage. The relationship has a delayed timeline, so this is not actually a stepmother-and-son romance. Please be aware.

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