Fourth Year After Her Death

Everyone knew Yun Xi liked the Prince of Huai Ling. The Prince of Huai Ling sneezed, and she immediately climbed over walls to deliver him warm fox fur. When the Prince loved ink, she traveled thousands of miles, injured and battered, to obtain a prized inkstone. However, the Prince of Huai Ling did not like Yun Xi; he couldn't even stand her peripheral vision.

That day, when bandits held knives to the necks of Yun Xi and Cen Yu Wei, and the Prince of Huai Ling had to choose one, he did not hesitate to choose Cen Yu Wei. He said, "Yun Xi, Yu Wei has been delicate and easily frightened since childhood, but you are not, understand?" Yun Xi understood perfectly. After all, Cen Yu Wei was his childhood sweetheart, his precious darling, while she was thick-skinned and wouldn't even feel pain if her head were chopped off.

As expected, the assassin let Cen Yu Wei go and swung his sword at Yun Xi's neck. Everyone believed Yun Xi was dead, and even the Prince of Huai Ling thought so. However, Yun Xi did not die. She lived freely and happily far from the capital, even marrying the person she loved. But on her wedding day, she encountered the new Emperor on a clandestine visit. The moment the wind lifted Yun Xi's bridal veil, the new Emperor's expression turned frenzied. Losing his regal demeanor, he stumbled forward and dragged Yun Xi out of the wedding sedan. "Yun Xi, how dare you lie to me! How dare you, how dare you..."

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The Prince of Huai Ling believed he didn't like Yun Xi until one day, he saw her laughing and playful in another man's arms. Those eyes, full of springtime affection, had once only looked at him, belonged only to him! He took Yun Xi by force, clipped her wings, and locked her in his harem, thinking that by showering her with a little affection, she would naturally fall back in love with him as devotedly as before.

But he never considered that she truly no longer liked him. She even pointed a long sword at his neck, threatening to kill him if he didn't release her ex-husband?

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Forced possession, forced possession, forced possession. Important things are said three times. The male lead is truly crazy and truly a dog. No reviews that try to preemptively warn about tropes are accepted; commentary will be deleted if you make assumptions. If you don't like this type of story, please stop here; this is not an emotional dumping ground for anyone.

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Fu Peng had always believed she was the most favored disciple of the Tai Xu Sect. She had a loving Master, a junior disciple who always clung to her, and she married the Senior Disciple admired by countless people. Her life was happy and complete. Until the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder roared in the sky, her Master personally scattered her cultivation and bound her with a spirit-binding rope before her husband. "Husband... save me." She thought the man she had been married to for a hundred years would save her. But her husband's sword cut directly through her spiritual core. After her death, her last wisp of soul saw her Master and husband bringing another's soul into her body. So... her Master and junior disciple were good to her only because she had a rare Yin Jade physique that could revive the Second Senior Sister who had died early. Therefore, she deserved to be usurped and her soul scattered? Even her husband marrying her was a meticulously planned scheme – her devotion was the medicinal guide, and her scattered soul would forge his supreme sword heart.

Before Fu Peng's last consciousness faded, she saw... the Third Senior Disciple, whom she despised and who had fallen into demonic ways, disregarding life and death, charging into the Tai Xu Sect with his sword. He was doing everything he could to avenge her... finally losing his cultivation, covered in bloody holes, he crawled to the side of her cenotaph, breathing his last. His hand, having half its palm severed, gently caressed her tomb,