The Sickly Beauty Chancellor Was Reborn

Seeking Saves for My Upcoming Novel, Four Hundred Years After the Immortal Lord's Death Please add it to your reading list! [Rebellious, unhinged wolf-dog top × vindictive, sickly beauty bottom] 1. In his previous life, Shen Yuanyin served the Fourth Prince with unwavering diligence and loyalty, helping Cui Sigui ascend the throne. On the day Cui Sigui was crowned, he strode into the Hall of Supreme Harmony in imperial robes, radiating authority. Shen Yuanyin, meanwhile, was dragged into the torture chamber and sentenced to death for treason. Shen Yuanyin took his own life. In his final moments, he seemed to see Cui Sigui kneeling outside the Chancellor's residence on a snowy night many years ago, begging for his help for three days and three nights. Shen Yuanyin smiled. When he opened his eyes again, Shen Yuanyin was reborn. He was still the Chancellor who held sway over the court, and Cui Sigui was still the Fourth Prince, out of favor with the Emperor. History unfolded just as before, and Cui Sigui knelt outside his residence again. This time, Shen Yuanyin's heart did not soften. Smiling, he said, “If the Fourth Prince likes kneeling, then by all means, keep kneeling.” 2. Lately, Shen Yuanyin had been feeling that something was off. The antiques he fancied were always easy to acquire, the people he wanted to deal with always seemed to have incriminating secrets, and things around him kept disappearing... Then he ran into Cui Sigui humbly begging for an ancient painting on Antique Street. Then his spy reported spotting Cui Sigui while investigating a target. Then Shen Yuanyin discovered that the jade pendant he'd lost recently was hanging from Cui Sigui's waist... Shen Yuanyin: “...” Well, well, Cui Sigui. 3. In his previous life, Cui Sigui had accidentally lost his Lord Shen. He never expected he would get to see Shen Yuanyin again, even if Shen Yuanyin no longer treated him as he once had. After sneaking into Shen Yuanyin's room yet again, he had just lifted the curtain when he realized the bed was empty. Shen Yuanyin's icy voice came from behind him. “What are you doing?” Shen Yuanyin sneered. “Cui Sigui, you lunatic.” He had gone mad long ago, after Shen Yuanyin died. But Heaven had given him another chance. In the light of the snow, he had seen Shen Yuanyin once more. Cui Sigui's eyes were bloodshot. His voice hoarse, he said, “I'd rather be a lunatic than let you get hurt again.” “Lord Shen, I love you.” · Both are reborn, but they return at different times · 1v1, both are virgins, happy ending · There was a misunderstanding about what happened in their previous life. The top wasn't responsible · The top fell for the bottom from the start in both lives. They were together in their previous life · I'm not smart enough to write court intrigue, but I'll do my best [please be kind]. Some worldbuilding is original Please check out my upcoming novel! Please add it to your reading list! Four Hundred Years After the Immortal Lord's Death Xu Weiqing died. He died as peach blossoms filled the sky, his sword broken and his body fallen. Some said he was jealous by nature, envious of his senior apprentice brother's deep cultivation and extraordinary talent. So he plotted against him, tore the sword bone from his body, and scattered his soul. Some said he had no respect for his master, was a compulsive thief, and had a twisted temperament. He stole the sect's treasured artifact and committed an unforgivable crime, until his third senior brother slew him in the name of justice. Some said that he wielded a divine sword capable of slaying gods and Buddhas, yet rather than vanquish evil and bring blessings to the world, he turned it against his fellow disciples and slaughtered the innocent. A white-haired sword cultivator sitting at the edge of the crowd listened with a faint smile, as if quite interested in the renowned Xu Weiqing. He asked eagerly, “And then what happened?” Then? Then he died. He died abandoned by everyone, beneath the sword of his third senior brother. After his death, the whole world mocked him. The peach blossoms filling the sky were said to hide the many evils he'd committed in life. The white-haired sword cultivator nodded knowingly and gave a soft, scornful laugh. The man beside him slapped the table, ready to argue, but the sword cultivator pulled him down and ruffled his hair a few times, murmuring soothingly, “All right, all right. Don't be angry. Let's go.” The passersby looked up and saw the two standing side by side. The white-haired sword cultivator's hair fluttered in the breeze; as he flew off on his sword, its light flashed, making him a vision of unparalleled grace. People have always loved gossip, and the more outrageous and bizarre it is, the more readily they believe it. So Xu Weiqing was branded immoral, lazy, and a drunk... But no one remembered that he had once sealed the Ghost Realm with a single sword strike, shouldering all the backlash alone until his cultivation was utterly destroyed and his hair turned white overnight. No one remembered that he had once taken first place in the Celestial Realm's selection, his sword Wudu flashing like a shooting star, and won acclaim as a peerless genius. Until four hundred years later, when the Ghost Realm's barrier shattered again and countless ghost cultivators invaded the mortal world. Wudu burst through the air, its sword flashing just as it had long ago, dazzling the world once more. And there he stood, dressed in white atop the clouds, surrounded by peach blossoms, slaying ghosts and gods with a single stroke. • Xi Bai opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the immortal lord in flowing white robes. One glimpse, and he would never forget him for the rest of his life. After he climbed out of the River of Chaos, all he heard in the world was that Yunque, the immortal lord, had fallen into the demonic path, become bloodthirsty, and finally been slain at the immortal sect, his soul scattered. He didn't believe it. He didn't believe Xu Weiqing was dead, and he didn't believe the rumors everyone repeated. He was born for Xu Weiqing, drew his sword for Xu Weiqing, and devoted his entire life to him. He was a born demon, brought into being beside the River of Chaos. He had been dazed and mindless, with nothing but madness carved into his bones and blood, and countless bloody battles across the long years. But one day, the immortal lord saved him, awakening his mind. From then on, he gained the seven emotions and six desires, and learned the meaning of propriety and shame. With a thoughtless act, the immortal lord rescued me from my deluded darkness. Carefree, anything-goes top who only has eyes for his beloved × white-haired, sickly beauty bottom with max combat power Archived with a screenshot on December 18, 2025 Theme: Learn from the past, and know that the future can still be pursued.