The Bureau of No Return

The first time Yan Sha escaped from Nether Mountain, she saved a man who was close to death.

Three days later, she accidentally entered a sealed inn.

The martial artists filling the hall sat in fearful silence. The man who should have been gravely wounded and at death's door stood behind the second-floor railing in crimson robes and white boots, gazing down at her.

"We meet again, Miss Yan."

Only then did Yan Sha realize:

The man she'd saved was Helian Bugui, a ruthless murderer.

The martial world had a saying: Wherever his white boots pass, not a blade of grass remains.

Fifteen years ago, a great fire burned Zhaiyue Terrace to the ground.

After months of being surrounded, only one child crawled out of the Snowfields of Bugui alive.

Fifteen years later, he returned for one reason alone:

Revenge!

She was the daughter of the man who had wiped out his family, and she ran into him as soon as she came down the mountain.

But Helian Bugui didn't kill her.

Death would have been too easy.

He wanted her to watch as everything she had crumbled, piece by piece.

He wanted her to taste the pain of losing her loved ones, having nowhere to turn, and wishing she were dead.

She asked, "How did you survive back then?"

His eyes were as dark as ink. He said each word slowly: "A killer asking his victim why he didn't die back then..."

"Miss Yan, you have a lot of nerve asking me that."

She said, "We don't know what really happened back then. Besides, your father might not have been innocent..."

He covered his face and laughed. "Yan Sha, Yan Sha, I hope that one day I can say the same thing to you.

"When you've lost everything, I can brazenly tell you that I might not have been wrong, and you, and your family, might not be innocent either!"

As the truth of what happened back then gradually came to light, her choices grew harder and harder.

She fought desperately to find a way to save everyone, but it was impossible to have it both ways.

The flawlessly planned path of revenge he had laid out went off course again and again because of her.

He had already turned himself into "Bugui," a man who would never return, yet he had met someone who made him want to turn back.

But could he still turn back?

[Gentle on the outside, strong within, and perceptive heroine x cold-blooded, ruthless, clear-eyed yet lost in love hero]

Mystery wuxia | Bitter love | Fated entanglement | A feud between their fathers' generations | The male lead is no saint

"Transmigrated into an Ancient Brothel as a Workhorse"

Wang Zhenzhen transmigrates into the body of a dancer in an ancient brothel. In her previous life, she worked 996; in this one, it's 007.

She has barely started her shift and hasn't even learned the dance when a ruthless prince, a trusted retainer of the heir to Prince Liang, drags her over to take a knife meant for him.

The assassin doesn't hesitate either. He decides to finish them both off and runs his sword through them like candied haws on a skewer.

She closes her eyes, then opens them again, and she's become that prince.

When the strategist sees her wake, he analyzes the situation at her bedside in such detail that he practically spits all over her.

After listening, she asks just one question: "Where's Changle?"

The strategist: "...Who?"

Then, in Prince Su's body, she makes a grand public spectacle of buying the real Prince Su, trapped in Changle's body, out of the brothel.

Everyone stares at them, dumbfounded:

The famous courtesan Changle walks ahead, cold as ice and dignified as a noblewoman.

Prince Su follows beside her, bowing and scraping with a fawning smile.

The brothel madam: "...That's really what they mean by taking a blade for someone and rising from the gutter to the skies."

The original owner of her body was the youngest and most promising contender for the throne in the Great Ning Dynasty. Now trapped in her peerlessly beautiful body, he parts his red lips (gritting his teeth) and says, "Just you wait!"

Silly and sweet romance. After writing something full of anguish and hatred, I'm rewarding myself with a lighthearted story~

Theme: Sow yesterday's seeds and reap today's fruit. The law of cause and effect is never false; bitter fruit is of one's own making.