After My Assassination of My Nemesis Failed

A proud, sharp-tongued, black-hearted-on-the-inside heroine x a fierce, ruthless, hopeless romantic

In her previous life, Chu Yue died by the sword of the shadow guard she trusted most. As she died, she could only wonder how she'd been so foolish as not to see that this man was a coward afraid of death.

Reborn, she became the daughter of a wealthy Chang'an merchant and opened a small apothecary, thinking she'd put her past behind her for good. Then, one day, the Vermilion Bird Avenue was packed with crowds, and the victorious young Lord Xie rode home on horseback.

His face was exactly the same as that of her enemy from her previous life.

That very night, she stormed the prince's manor with a knife.

She failed to kill him and was caught red-handed instead.

From then on, the famously cold-blooded, heartless, undefeated natural-born general became utterly obsessed with her.

Everyone in Chang'an saw the young Lord Xie constantly following a woman in a pink cherry-blossom veil, never leaving her side.

Chu Yue didn't understand.

Why had the man who killed her in her previous life rushed into a sea of flames for her in this one, shielding her in his arms even as his back burned?

Why, when she pretended to be dead, had he ignored the filth and given her medicine mouth to mouth, his voice trembling?

And why, after staying up all night to tend to her wounds, did he look at her with a sorrowful tenderness she'd never seen before?

Her hatred remained, but her defenses had crumbled.

Then war broke out again, and rebel forces advanced on the borders.

The truth of her previous life and the mysteries of this one swept over her together. At last, Chu Yue saw that the person who had crossed blades with her in both lives was never him.

And this time, she held his hand tight.

"Do you think there's something wrong with him up here?" Chu Yue asked, pointing at her head, to a mutual

friend.

The person they were talking about caught them in the act. He gave a soft laugh when he heard her.

"That's right. I've got lovesickness. Can Doctor Chu cure me?"

1. Both leads are strong. Happy ending.

2. There was a misunderstanding in their previous life. In this life, he focuses on winning his wife back (though he hardly needs to try).

3. They protect each other. Love and country go hand in hand.

*My next book. If you're interested, please add it to your favorites. Planning to start before the New Year TvT

The Loyal Hound I Picked Up Is the Regent

Chang'an's number-one idle noblewoman x a powerful, secretly sly and brooding man

Xia Zhi, the only daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo, had been carefree since birth. Her favorite things to do were eat, drink, have fun, and wander all over the capital. For the first sixteen years of her life, she lived by just eight words:

Eat well, have fun, and be happy forever.

It was an ordinary afternoon when her father, Xia Yuan, returned to the manor with a dark expression and yanked Xia Zhi off the swing.

"You've been granted a marriage."

"To whom?"

"The current regent, Yu Han."

Who? The regent? Who!

That notoriously ruthless, icy-cold living demon king? They said he only appeared in public with his face covered. What did that mean...

It meant he was definitely ugly!

"Dad, I won't marry him!"

"Even if you call my father here, it won't help. This is the emperor's order."

"Is there really no other way to break off this engagement?!"

"Child, even if you call my father here, it won't help. Stop dreaming up foolish plans."

That night, Xia Zhi gazed at the deep, dark sky beyond her window and clasped her hands together, her voice full of despair. "Heavens, tell me, what do I have to do to avoid marrying that ugly man?"

"Thud."

A dull sound came from the courtyard.

In the moonlight lay a man covered in blood. Though his face was smeared with blood and dirt, its breathtaking beauty was impossible to hide.

Xia Zhi drew in a sharp breath and blinked.

"Well," she said, crouching and poking his cold cheek with a fingertip, "you are... quite handsome."

As if possessed, she dragged him back to her bedroom. She hurriedly bandaged his wounds and staunched the bleeding, then secretly hid medicine for him and nursed him in secret.

She named him "Xiaotian". Heaven had sent him, after all. She couldn't exactly call him "Heaven," could she?

This "Xiaotian" was quiet but surprisingly useful.

His skill was unfathomable, and when she pointed east, he never went west.

Yet the wedding date still loomed like a death sentence.

On the eve of her wedding, Xia Zhi clutched "Xiaotian's" sleeve, her eyes shining. "Tomorrow, after my sedan chair leaves, find a chance to kidnap me. We'll run away together."

"Xiaotian" looked deeply into her eyes and slowly nodded.

But she waited from dawn to dusk. From the moment she left home until the wedding night, there was no sign of "Xiaotian."

She sat on the red brocade, waiting anxiously.

"Creak, " At last, the door opened.

Steady footsteps approached. The ceremonial scale slipped beneath her veil and gently lifted it.

Xia Zhi looked up eagerly and blurted, "Xiaotian! What took you so long? I've been waiting for you..."

Her words abruptly stopped.

"Why are you wearing wedding clothes?!"

The man before her curled his lips slightly. He leaned over, trapping her between his arms and the festive bed. His voice was low, each word shattering the last of her hope.

"Who else would I be, my bride?"

Theme: Only love and trust can break the shackles of fate