Reborn: The Heir's Vengeful Return

[Parody version] “Mr. Chu, are you saying you love me and want to get together with me? In this age when passion is so easily snuffed out, are you sure a romance between two men won't get us thrown into a pig cage?” “Yuanyuan, you should understand what I mean. You're the only one I love.” “It's all the same to me. But, Mr. Chu, I seem to have forgotten to tell you that there are quite a few people behind me. You'll have to get in line!” “Yuanyuan, I'm here!” A-Qi came running at top speed and hugged the arm of the shameless woman, swaying it back and forth. “Mm. Tell this stupid idiot what you are to me.” “I'm your little sweetheart.” “Seventh Lord, stand up straight and act like a man. Stop acting like a little girl.” “But, but, I'm always like this around you!” A-Qi said, aggrieved, tapping his fingers together. “Get lost. You there! Xiao Susu, come here.” Xiao Susu ran over, shoving A-Qi farther away as he came. “Yuanyuan.” “Good. Tell this guy in front of us what I am to you.” “Yuanyuan is my woman.” A slap sent him flying. Lord Feng grabbed the shameless woman and pulled her into his arms. “You're my woman, and I'll be the only man you ever have.” His hand rose and fell, and Mr. Chu was dead. * Newly arrived in another world, she watched as more than a hundred members of the Beichen household were slaughtered. She escaped with her little sister and vowed to take revenge on their killer. Three years later, an encounter arranged with ulterior motives forced her to make use of his power to pursue her revenge. “I'll marry you for three years. I'll keep your kingdom safe, and you'll avenge me.” He was the most dazzling prince in the dynasty, an ethereal beauty, gentle as jade and sly as a fox, yet destined to be bound to her for the rest of his life. The new emperor took the throne, and the political landscape was thrown into turmoil. As the legitimate son of the Beichen family, she would usher in a whole new era for Beichen. As Yuwei, she founded the first intelligence agency, her red robes flying as she crushed every act of resistance for him. As Seventh Young Master, she rode across the battlefield, protecting his kingdom amid its countless soldiers. As a princess from a neighboring kingdom, she entered the imperial harem. When political upheaval came, she made a dazzling transformation, becoming the dynasty's most brilliant empress, a legitimate son in all but name, through the most ruthless means. “The three-year agreement is over, and your kingdom is secure. Why haven't you avenged me?” “Because I still don't want to let you go.” We cut sandalwood and set it by the riverbank, where the water runs clear and ripples in the breeze. Hand in hand, a tenderness that could move the world. A kingdom as beautiful as a painting still cannot compare with a smile as lovely as a flower. A thousand years of changing times and space, all so she could meet him. When her identity as the legitimate son was exposed, she traded her man's robes for women's dress, her boundless beauty blooming for him alone. She expanded the borders, spilling blood across four kingdoms. Amid shifting storms, the kingdom came first. She said, “Every wound is a kind of maturity.”