Two Lifetimes of Tribulation: My Cold-Hearted Husband and His Cruel Wife

They say he is the mysterious master of a martial arts sect, able to predict anyone's life or death with ease. She is the feared queen of the underworld, and in the end she takes her own life. They say his beauty is otherworldly, his expression as cold as snow, and his methods the most ruthless of all! Yet with her, he gives in again and again, spoiling her without end. But who knows that all she ever wanted was not to be cherished without being loved? Seven years ago The Phoenix Cry Zither was stolen! The martial world was shaken by a massacre carried out through music. She left the palace with him, thinking it was nothing more than a cat-and-mouse game. She never expected it to end with one dead and one wounded. Ye Feiqing lowered her head and looked at the woman in her arms, already cold. Her icy eyes were threaded with red. “Qing'er, she's dead!” His gaze fell on her wounded arm, his usually cool face darkening. Anyone who dared hurt his Qing'er would pay with the destruction of the entire Shadow Tower! She raised her head and said viciously, “Shadow Tower! I'll slaughter every last one of them myself!” Only later did Ye Yumo realize that on that day Ye Feiqing lost not only Yang Liu, who had cared for her for seven years, but also the only identity she had in this life! Seven years later Ye Feiqing returned with the whole truth, only to find a man before her dressed in red wedding robes. His dark, deep eyes reflected the blazing red of the man's clothing, filled with murderous fury. “Ye, are you really going to marry her today?” As the wedding went on, Ye Feiqing's eyes grew colder and colder. A flash of steel appeared from her sleeve. The guards rushed to shield the two people dressed in wedding clothes, but she suddenly turned her hand and struck. A dagger plunged straight into her heart, blood spraying everywhere and staining her breathtakingly beautiful face red… At last, he understood: his beloved was long gone! Huanyue reclined on a cushioned couch, her exquisite face bewitchingly beautiful, like a blooming ice lotus, lonely and ethereal. She stared at the shadow in the distance, her voice cold as ice: “What brings the King of the Underworld here?” “Qing'er, I'm here to take you home.” Huanyue lowered her eyes, a look of utter mockery at the corner of her lips. “What Qing'er? There's only Huanyue of the Guyue clan here. Has the King of the Underworld forgotten that the young master of the Underworld Palace died by suicide long ago?” When the dust had settled Amid a sea of flowers, she was as beautiful as a celestial maiden. She lifted her head and parted her lips. “Ye, how did you know I wasn't your biological child?” “Do you really want to know…?” He smiled teasingly, as though he had some deeper meaning, then bent down and touched her soft, cool lips.