The Sickly Beauty Ex-Wife Is Reborn

A full proofreading and revision pass

Coming soon: "After Spending One Night with My Political Rival," blurb below

---This Book's Blurb---

[Possessive love | Size difference | Feudal-era kinks | Dark atmosphere]

[Forceful underwear-washing hooligan prince gong X cool, spoiled, thin-skinned beauty seme]

Before the Cui family was raided, Cui Zhi's only connection to Young Prince Zhao was hearing from their classmates at the clan school that the prince had abducted some commoner's daughter and driven a loyal scholar to his death.

In the thirteenth year of Jianli, Cui Zhi's father died in office. Impeachment memorials accusing the aristocratic clans, led by the Cui family, of plotting rebellion flew in like snowflakes, piling high on the emperor's desk. The once-powerful clans collapsed overnight. Cui Zhi, the orphan of Princess Xuancheng, was lucky enough to survive.

After being worn down in prison and falling into a life of degradation, Cui Zhi became the target of countless covetous eyes and was forced into the hands of the dissolute prince he'd once looked down on most.

Zhao Heng played the savior for him for two months, then finally showed his true colors. In front of the servants, he tore off Cui Zhi's clothes, and from then on Cui Zhi became the prince's nameless, unofficial bedmate.

Life in the prince's manor wore away every sharp edge the once-aristocratic young master had possessed, teaching the proud, cold man to submit.

Day after day of intimacy wore on, until Cui Zhi fell gravely ill.

When he opened his eyes again, Cui Zhi had returned to the time ten years earlier, before the raid on his family. To his horror, Zhao Heng had also been reborn.

---Bonus Scene After Rebirth---

After court, Cui Zhi hurried along, only to find someone had moved faster and climbed into his sedan chair first.

Zhao Heng smiled without warmth. "Minister Cui."

Cui Zhi climbed aboard with a cold expression. As soon as the curtains fell, Zhao Heng seized his wrist and pulled him against his chest. A tingle brushed his ear as the culprit questioned him in a low voice: "You were pretty sharp-tongued when you helped your old lover impeach your man just now. Why have you gone quiet?"

---Once reduced to a captive, beauty withers away---

tips

⭕️ Dark atmosphere, melodrama, and the gong is not a good person. Not suitable for readers who are possessive of their favorite character. If you're a seme-control reader, don't enter (not that gong-control readers are necessarily welcome either).

⭕️ The seme is an extraordinarily beautiful man with a tendency to cry uncontrollably (cold and beautiful, yet unable to stop crying, is just too good, sorry).

⭕️ The seme is loved by everyone, but each lead is devoted only to the other, and both are deeply in love. The gong only loves the seme, and the seme only loves the gong! The seme suffers, and he's a broken beauty.

⭕️ The suffering in the previous life has already been dealt with according to the timeline. After rebirth, they fight on equal footing rather than one-sidedly tormenting each other. The gong is more often a shameless pest who bullies the seme. That's just how he's characterized, so criticize him without dragging me into it.

---Coming Soon, Same Setting: "After Spending One Night with My Political Rival"---

[Oppressive, repressed, and secretly passionate powerful minister gong X cool, sharp-tongued beauty powerful minister seme]

When Rong Sheng came to the capital as a young man to take the civil service exams, someone set him up on the eve of the palace examination. He spent the night with a stranger, then casually left some money and walked away, never expecting the consequences to come so quickly.

On the day of the palace examination, the young man who was named top scholar turned around, and there was that same cool face from the night before, so at odds with what had happened below the waist.

Two knife-sharp gazes swept over him. Rong Sheng pretended not to notice. After the examination, he learned the man's name and family background from his classmates: Zheng Yanhuan, eldest son of the prestigious Xingyang Zheng clan.

For a famous family, crushing Rong Sheng, who had no family background or connections, would be as easy as crushing an ant.

It's better to settle a feud than to deepen it. After the banquet in honor of the newly appointed officials, Rong Sheng brought a modest gift to apologize. "Young Master Zheng, I was the one who got worked over all night, after all."

Young Master Zheng politely refused to let him in. "But I'm the one who was mistaken for a male prostitute, aren't I?"

Rong Sheng: "..."

Later, they both served at court. They often disagreed, with opposing political views, but Rong Sheng always thought Zheng Yanhuan was targeting him to get revenge for those two taels of 'payment.'

---Bonus Scene---

Years later, at a palace banquet, Rong Sheng accidentally ate a bowl of sweet soup laced with a muscle relaxant. He glanced coolly at the culprit without exposing him, then quietly left and leaned against a rockery in the imperial garden, waiting for the drug to wear off.

In a haze, a hand clasped his waist, and their bodies pressed close together. Hot breath brushed his ear. "A night as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of affection. Why can you go soft and stay silent when it comes to others, yet be so ruthless with me?"

The slender-waisted beauty of a minister gritted his teeth between ragged breaths. "If I were ruthless, I'd have cut off that thing between your legs ages ago. Then it wouldn't get the chance to threaten me like this..."

Theme: Beyond the plains, spring mountains stretch to the horizon