Blurb
This book fell apart. A setup that should be heartbreaking came out quite bland. Read with caution.
A personal-fantasy project. Over-the-top tragic romance, coercive love, fake replacement? Neither a strong female lead nor a strong male lead, just a pure romance. Lots of personal headcanons. If this isn't your thing, read with caution.
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The story and the blurb differ a little, because the author can't write blurbs (2025.11.7, screen-recorded).
Blurb
A black-hearted, unhinged Crown Prince vs. a sweet-on-the-outside, dark-on-the-inside Crown Princess
A couple who make love and hate
A hundred years ago, Yan Mishu was stripped of his title as Crown Prince and banished to the Ghost Realm.
When Fan WuqI went to see him, the proud god was down on his luck, yet still impossible to offend. Then, one day, his hatred filled the heavens. He bit his wrist and cursed her: "Fan Wuqi, I wish you one tribulation every hundred years, never to die for ten thousand years, and to hate me in your heart for all eternity."
Chains rattled, bells rang, and blood flowed across the ground.
The wailing in hell nearly shattered her heart.
Still, she ran away.
When she was very young, Fan Wuqi had already settled her feelings. She liked her older brother. She liked Fan Yue, the little boy her father had brought home when she was only a few hundred years old. (The siblings are not related by blood. They knew from the beginning, and there is no family register, so there is no family-register issue.)
Childhood sweethearts, together for a lifetime: it should have been an unparalleled love story, but Yan Mishu ruined it all.
So she deliberately got close to him. To avenge the injury he had done to her brother, she was willing to pay any price.
But when things really went as she wished, what came was not only the thrill of revenge, but endless torment.
How she wished it were all a dream. As she climbed the mountain of blades, step by step, she could no longer tell whether she loved him or not.
That year, after more than ten thousand years without a visitor, a frail, mortal body finally set foot on Nine-Blade Mountain again.
Flesh ground against blade edges. The bone-deep pain made remorse grow into madness.
Wuqi told herself again and again that she did not love Yan Mishu. She didn't love him, not at all!
The girl suffered unbearably, as if she had rolled across countless knife points. If she could cross this mountain of betrayal, perhaps her sins would finally be erased.
A hundred years later, Fan Yue finally learned the truth.
In his heart, he wished only to spend his life with his younger sister in simple peace, but justice could not be escaped. In the end, it was only a wishful dream.
She had once said that the Heavenly Dao was nothing but a pack of lies.
Were there not already enough people in this world standing for justice and truth?
Setting morality aside, Fan Wuqi stood only with her heart. All she wanted was her brother.
She was the finest woman in the Six Realms.
But, little sister, your brother can't bear to part with you either. He just has no choice.
He had never imagined that he was, from beginning to end, merely a fragment of Yan Mishu's soul of love. The grudges of the previous generation had not spared them after all.
So he took his own life in tears.
Little sister, he is me. No matter how the Heavenly Dao turns, your brother will always be by your side.
The Heavenly Dao was merciless, and Fan Yang lost her brother once more.
Even at their final meeting, because a curse had been placed on her, she died without ever calling him "Brother."
How could she not hate him, Yan Mishu?
In this absurd world, all she wanted now was to leave.
He was suffering too, so he agreed to let her go.
But that day...
He walked down step by step, crossing the white jade stairs. His cold, handsome gaze was full of grief. Before the assembled officials, he bowed his head and said, "The guilty god Yan Mishu, for the sins I have committed in matters of the heart, am beyond forgiveness."
At last, the god finally set aside his pride.
His expression was desolate, yet he severed his right arm without hesitation.
The moment his divine arm fell, the divine love that could not be escaped shattered too.
That divine love that had trapped her and filled her with loathing.
Fan Yang could not hold back her tears.
The delicate jade bangle broke from her wrist, scattering into pitiful fragments.
Soon, snow fell thickly, and the fragments gathered into strands of red thread.
The god severed his arm, the snowy mountain melted, and the threads of fate bound all living things.
In this mortal world, when it comes to love, love ultimately outweighs hate.
She wanted to leave, so he severed one arm and sent her a sky full of snowflakes, with red threads laid out as her path.
Thesis: Live well
ฅᐞ˶⦁༝⦁˶ᐞฅ📷📷📷It's me at the top~─QQ