Heaven-Made Match

Her parents passed away, her childhood betrothed withdrew from their engagement, and her relatives were eager to devour her orphaned household.

For the sake of her five-year-old younger sister, Fan Changyu decided to recruit a husband into the family.

She set her sights on the man she had saved—a man covered in wounds, with nothing to his name but a good-looking face.

The two quickly came to an agreement: she would take him in to heal, and in return, he would pretend to become her live-in husband to help her protect her family estate.

Once the family business was secured, Fan Changyu prepared, as promised, to write the separation paper. Unexpectedly, the imperial court went to war and conscripted soldiers—the man was seized as a laboring conscript and disappeared without a trace.

When she saw him again, he was lying in a tent for the wounded, his body drenched in blood. The bloodstained face was as striking as ever, yet his low-ranked soldier’s uniform was shredded beyond repair.

Seeing how hard his life in the army had been, Fan Changyu’s eyes turned red. “Don’t serve in the army anymore. Come back—I’ll butcher pigs to support you.”

The man half-opened his eyes and coughed up blood. “You were going to divorce me…”

Fan Changyu, teary-eyed: “No more divorcing, no more divorcing!”

【Mini Theater】

Marquis of Wu’an, Xie Zheng, rose to fame young, his military exploits unmatched. At twenty, he was ennobled by merit—a feat no one else in the Great Yin Dynasty could match. His methods of commanding the army were infamous for being iron-blooded and severe.

Lately, however, the soldiers under him found their marquis somewhat strange.

He no longer stayed in his own central command tent but instead squeezed himself into a small, tattered tent for the wounded.

Normally, even when stabbed through, he could get back on his feet within two or three days. This time, ten days and half a month passed, and still he hadn’t recovered.

After visiting him, the army strategist clicked his tongue twice. “With someone wiping his body and feeding him medicine while he lies there, of course he won’t heal anytime soon!”

Not until the marquis’s wife—whom no one in the army had ever seen—secretly donned her husband’s shredded uniform and went to battle in his stead, fearing her sickly live-in husband would die on the front lines, did their “gravely injured” marquis suddenly spring up from bed in shock, hastily don his armor, and lead troops to chase after her.

The sunset was blood-red, wild geese wept across the sky.

Fan Changyu, wielding a butcher’s knife, cleaved down an enemy general’s head and looked toward the distant reinforcements charging through a storm of yellow dust. Her vision blurred slightly.

She tugged at a nearby young soldier and asked, “That general wearing a Qilin-shouldered Mingguang Armor, riding high on a warhorse at the very front—why does he look so much like my husband?”

Young soldier: “…Isn’t it possible that he actually is?”

A silly yet fierce little sun ☀️ VS “That woman is so vulgar, why won’t she like me?” Marquis Xie

Shu Tiantian transmigrated into the early-dying “white moonlight” little junior sister.

Her sect used her, abandoned her, coldly watched as she fell into the Void Abyss, everyone wishing she would die inside it.

Until, in the Void Abyss, she encountered a dragon—an actual dragon.

A model Huaxia citizen, in order to keep a dying traditional divine beast alive, diligently refined pills every day to feed the dragon.

She thought that as long as she honestly stayed put, she could avoid disputes, but a black pot fell from the sky. When forced to the edge of a cliff, Shu Tiantian only felt that this damn cultivation world was haunted; she thought she would surely die—

But the black dragon coiled around her and landed, its dragon scales transforming into clothing, the divine dragon turning into a handsome yet pale, sinister young man. With a flick of his finger, dragon flames ran rampant, toppling half a mountainside.

Shu Tiantian: ?

Amid the terrified screams of the crowd, upon discovering that her own pet dragon was actually the incomparably brutal evil dragon of the Void Abyss…

Shu Tiantian: ?!

My dragon is so badass! I love it so much!

*

Later, the abandoned little junior sister returned.

Bringing that abyssal evil dragon, she blasted the sect’s mountain with a single burst of fire; with a wave of her hand she burned off the sect master’s hair, flipped open the founding ancestor’s skull; when everyone else was filled with regret too late to undo anything, she flicked her sleeve—

Turned around and hugged her dragon!

*

Legend says, in the Void Abyss there is a world-destroying evil dragon, sinister and vicious, incomparably brutal. Three thousand years later, this dragon laid waste to heaven and earth.

In the thousand years before, its tendons were pulled, its skin flayed, its inner core dug out, sealed within the Void Abyss, enduring endless torment and loneliness.

On the verge of death, barely clinging to life, filled with mockery and hatred—

Yet a small hand grasped its blood-stained claw.

*

A story where the female lead thought she was raising a pet, but didn’t expect the pet was actually the Dragon God~

【Blurb One】

The Crown Prince died, and the Great Xuan Dynasty’s line was cut off.

The rebel army was at the gates.

To stabilize the situation and uncover the cause of her twin brother’s death, Princess Changfeng Zhao Yan had no choice but to don men’s clothing and play the role of the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace, who coughed blood whenever the wind blew.

On the night she entered the Eastern Palace, the Empress repeatedly warned: “Prince Su, as the only non-imperial prince of this dynasty, has long controlled the court, holds military power in his hands, and is full of wolfish ambition—he must not be underestimated!”

Hearing this, Zhao Yan clutched at her vest again and again, treading daily as though on thin ice.

Until one day, Zhao Yan fell into someone’s scheme.
When she woke, everything was in disarray—and that Prince Su, who held sway over the world, was right beside her, hair loose, robes undone, his finely arched eyes both languid and dangerous.

It was over!

Zhao Yan’s mind went completely blank, and she turned and ran.

The next moment, her sash was caught.

Prince Su gave a low laugh, his voice tinged with displeasure: “Running away just like this, isn’t that improper?”

The “little Crown Prince,” black hair scattered, face pale, stammered: “I… I’m going to read memorials.”

“Very well.”

The man leisurely twined her hair around his fingers, his voice husky as he said, “While Your Highness reads memorials, this minister shall read Your Highness.”

【Blurb Two】

The world all said that Prince Su, born rebellious and unruly, had changed his nature—no longer causing trouble or rebelling, but instead becoming obsessed with assisting the Crown Prince.

Not only did he stay overnight in the Eastern Palace daily, but also shared the same couch with the Crown Prince, feet touching as they slept.

Who could have expected that one day, when the truth came out, the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace was in fact a woman in disguise, cross-dressing as a man and wreaking havoc upon the court?

The entire court was in uproar, and all speculated that Prince Su would seize this chance to overthrow the throne and usurp it.

Yet unexpectedly, during the court interrogation, Prince Su, clad in a dark-black great cloak, before all the civil and military officials, bent down and lowered his head, reaching out to cover the slender fingertips of the young girl.

“Don’t be afraid. Walk forward.”

His voice, both grim and reliable, sounded faintly: “If anyone dares speak recklessly, I shall kill that person; if the heavens block the way, I shall rebel against this heaven.”

— Innocent world-weary little princess X flamboyant and unrestrained young assassin —

Shang Rong was born the legitimate daughter of the Rong Prince’s Manor. At birth, there were heavenly anomalies, and at one year old she was taken into the imperial palace and bestowed the title Mingyue Princess.

In the thirty-first year of Chunsheng, the Son of Heaven made a southern inspection tour and encountered a surprise attack by rebel forces; the accompanying Mingyue Princess was stranded in Nanzhou.

That day, in the snow, Shang Rong met a boy dressed in black. In his hand was a long sword stained with blood, snow covering his shoulders, and he possessed naturally clear and beautiful smiling eyes.

The boy bit open the wooden stopper of a wine gourd and was about to pass by her, yet he noticed her staring eagerly at his wine gourd.

“Are you very thirsty?” he asked.

Shang Rong nodded.

The boy’s eyes curved as he pointed the blood-stained sword tip toward the vast white snow. “How about taking a bite?”

The delicate little princess shook her head firmly. “Dirty.”

He seemed to have heard a joke. “And you don’t think I’m dirty?”

The next moment, he brought the wine gourd to her lips and forced a mouthful of strong liquor into her. Getting exactly what he wanted—seeing her cough until her face flushed red—he laughed, flamboyant and malicious.

Only after he picked her up and brought her back did Shang Rong learn that he was an assassin. Every day, he had to kill people.

But after picking her up, he gained another task—raising her.

Her clothes had to be beautiful, her shoes embroidered and inlaid with pearls, her meals must include meat, and her hair—she insisted he be the one to comb it.

——

One day, after staying up all night killing and returning with only one hour of sleep, the boy yawned while combing her hair. “You’re very troublesome.”

His voice was a little muffled.

“I’m sorry,” Shang Rong apologized sincerely.

“It’s alright.” The boy, watched by her upturned gaze, suddenly turned his face away.

——

“I must be able to hold steady the sword in my hand,
— only then would I dare ascend Yaotai, and embrace the bright moon.”

——

Reading Notes:

1. This story is sweet-and-sour lychee flavored, a tale of mutual redemption.

2. The male lead did not save the female lead because she is beautiful, nor because the author forced him to—he has his reasons, and the main text has already clearly explained them.

Chao Jinsui possessed peerless beauty, was born with a sword bone, could face ten thousand with a single sword, a genius pursued by countless people, and the future Sect Master of the sect.

Yet in the year she crossed the Yuan Ying tribulation, she was struck by a love gu, and in her muddled haze, she dreamed of her own future.

She dreamed that she was nothing more than the sacrificed white moonlight in a storybook.

In the first half of her life, everything went smoothly, cherished by her sect, pursued by countless people.

But after being afflicted with the love gu and forcibly expelling it at the cost of severe injury, it became the turning point of her fate—

She fought a desperate battle against the world-destroying demon for the sake of the righteous path, only to be pierced through the heart by an arrow from the sect she trusted.

After death, overnight she became a traitor, despised by millions, even her divine soul beaten into complete dispersal by her junior brother, the male protagonist.

After her sect fell under her junior brother’s control, he even found a so-called substitute, using the name of mourning the white moonlight to commit every vile deed imaginable.

When she woke from sleep, she had returned to the moment when she was first afflicted by the love gu.

This time, she no longer wished to be a martyr for the Dao.

Looking at the world-destroying demon lord opposite her, the one who had just fought her for three days and three nights, she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and thought:

No choice. Within a hundred li there’s no one else… then it’ll have to be this idiot.

Spring nights are short before the sun rises high. The aloof and transcendent sword cultivator tied her robe sash, gifted him her sword, and stated coldly: once every three months. Wait for me to find you.

The supreme lord of ten thousand demons who ruled the demon realm was furious—who knew that after walking two steps away, the sword cultivator would calmly return, grab his collar and kiss him once, then coldly state: to seal your mouth.

The enraged demon lord: o(*////▽////*)q

*

In her previous life, the transmigrated girl lived her entire life as a substitute. Though she was a transmigrator into a book, she lived like a shadow, hating that white moonlight to death. In this life, she seized the initiative, conquered the male protagonist, won his heart, and just when she believed she could replace the white moonlight—

She saw that the white moonlight who had sacrificed herself for the Dao in her previous life had returned, unhurried, and pierced the male protagonist straight through with a single sword.

*

【Mini Scene One】

One day, after hearing that a certain flower house’s male courtesan had an affair with that sword cultivator, the demon lord was furious.

That day, the sword cultivator was invited to a banquet by a friend. It was said that the courtesan at the banquet possessed beauty that could topple cities, so the friend invited him.

What was invited out turned out to be a courtesan nine chi tall, who looked very much like the demon realm’s supreme lord.

Sword cultivator: …..

【Mini Scene Two】

The demon lord had a bad temper and liked to casually throw demons into the Wanmo Pit.

One day, annoyed by the demons constantly advising him, he sent them all flying.

The demon lord sat alone upon the throne, beginning to ponder whom he should kick tomorrow. When footsteps sounded, he impatiently said, “Which suicidal—”

The demon lord raised his head and saw the familiar cold face of that girl. He paused slightly, feeling that saying that to the sword cultivator was not very appropriate, so he tried to soften his tone, gave a light cough, and said,

“Which suicidal wretch.” (calm tone)

Wretch: …?

The multitude of demons who rushed over in extreme urgency to protect their lord: …?

*

Aloof righteous path’s shining light × domineering clingy delicate wife (?) demon lord

【Reading Guide】:

1. The main text leans toward a serious drama style, HE, romance-driven sweet story, not GB.
2. !High-visibility warning! Just wanted to write a female lead with a somewhat different personality. Not labeled as 【strong female lead】, not a Long Aotian-type cool and arrogant protagonist. The CP takes up a large portion; the emotional line is the primary main plot. If it doesn’t suit your taste, feel free to retreat immediately~