After Winning Over the Tyrant, She Quit the Game

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Check out my upcoming story: She Faked Her Death After Failing the Conquest (blurb at the very end)

Blurb:

A Desperate Widower | Reunited at Last, Yet Afraid to Lose Her Again

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After casually tossing aside her resignation papers, Yun Jichu grabs her tablet, flops onto the bed, and opens a romance game she hasn't played in ages.

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Five years after his wife's death, Helian Jin has changed from a gentle, refined prince into a violent, sinister emperor. Every night, he falls asleep facing his dead wife's memorial tablet. No one dares approach him.

Everyone says that the little palace maid from back then was so lucky. She had not only won the prince's exclusive favor, but also borne him a son and a daughter.

"If you ask me, she was still unlucky. With such a bright future ahead of her, how did she end up dying so suddenly?"

"Do you have a death wish? How dare you gossip about the late empress?"

"The imperial consort selection is tomorrow. I wonder if His Majesty will reject everyone again, like he has in previous years."

Incense drifted through the hall. Helian Jin idly toyed with a crudely made jade pendant, reclining against the dragon throne as he impatiently waved his hand.

The nervous eunuch hurriedly led the line of selected women away.

"Wait."

The emperor pointed from afar, his gaze dark. The woman at the very end of the line was strikingly beautiful, even more so than five years ago.

"You. Come here."

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The game's difficulty has dropped considerably. The consort selection, which used to require spending money to get through, has now picked her as empress outright?!

The jade pendant given as a daily sign-in reward was rejected every time she gave it to him before. Now he treats it as a treasure?

One night, Yun Jichu wakes from a dream to find Helian Jin holding her, stroking her cheek with a tender, anguished look in his eyes as he murmurs:

My dear A Chu... You really... came back.

That night, after who knows how many times, Yun Jichu gathers her clothes around herself. "It's late, Your Majesty. You should rest soon. I'll head back to..."

Back to my bedroom to save my progress!

The emperor grabs her slender wrist and presses her back onto the dragon bed. "So I can let you go back, only for you to disappear without a trace again, just like five years ago?"

"We lived in harmony, had children together. Was all of that, to you, just a... game?"

*A sincere, oblivious heroine and a sensitive, hopelessly lovestruck hero

Both are virgins, happy ending. The male lead is pure in body and heart.

Blurb screenshotted on 2025-6-7.

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[Very important note]

The story makes no sense, so please don't overthink it.

I've explained some things on Weibo. If you really can't stand it and need answers, you can take a look there.

Please don't insult the heroine. Please don't insult the heroine. Please don't insult the heroine.

A transmigration story, a transmigration story, a transmigration story, a transmigration story...

Upcoming story: She Faked Her Death After Failing the Conquest

Blurb:

A carefree heroine who gives up after failing the conquest, fakes her death, and focuses on leveling up.

A delicious widower who spent ten years searching in vain for his wife, gave up on life, then finds her again.

-(The blurb may be lightly revised, but the overall story will stay the same.)

Ying Shixue transmigrates to a cultivation world with no spiritual roots and no powerful backer. She's an ordinary person through and through.

By chance, she gets bound to a System. If she can beat a game, she'll receive spiritual roots and begin her path of cultivation.

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"A Xue, did you ever truly care about me?"

The man before her approaches slowly with a sword in his hand. His eyes glint coldly, and a sneer curls his lips. He's nothing like the elegant, otherworldly man who used to smile so warmly.

[Warning! Warning! Conquest is about to fail! The male lead's anger has reached its peak. Please prepare to respond immediately!]

To hell with this! I'm done!

For nearly a hundred years, she worked on winning him over, going from immortal attendant to the wife of an Immortal Lord. She kept up a gentle, demure act and devoted herself to her cold and unfeeling husband.

And then she failed with just one-thousandth of the conquest progress left to go.

Furious, Ying Shixue swiped around on the virtual interface.

"Dream Visit Agency", a business simulation game. Easy to pick up, highly rewarding.

This one. From now on, I'm never touching another conquest game! After choosing it, she turned and jumped off the cliff, faking her death.

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Immortal Lord Taiyi is widowed, and everyone in the immortal realm is delighted.

Who doesn't know that the woman was just a shameless, underhanded pest? Now that she's dead, everyone's better off!

But no one expected that the once-cool and restrained Immortal Lord would go mad after sorting through his dead wife's belongings. After an unsuccessful attempt at suicide, he rushed down to the mortal realm and vanished without a trace.

Mo Fuyi had little family affection from birth. Toward the wife he had reluctantly married, he kept his distance.

Later, he hated her for being a liar and wanted to tie her up and ask whether she loved him at all.

Later still, he became a widower. He hated himself for not realizing sooner that his dead wife had loved him. A Xue had loved him most of all.

In the end, he found her. Ying Shixue really was a liar!

But this time, he would never let go. Even if he became a ghost, he would cling to her and never leave her alone.

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A little extra scene

This is the tenth year since A Xue died.

After searching high and low for so long, Mo Fuyi finally reunites with her...

His wife, once as graceful as the moon and gentle and charming, is lounging on a rock in the sun with one leg crossed over the other and a storybook covering her face.

In a casual tone, she says, "One hundred dreams for a big one, thirty for a little one. No refunds. The menu's over there, pick whatever you want."

A carefree fake wife x a devoted widower

An indulgence for my personal tastes... A widower reunited with his wife after ten years, a lofty flower turned into a gloomy, crawling, jealous wreck of a man.

Theme: Moving forward together