A Lifetime of Peace and Joy: Modern Days

Xia Xingmian adored her patron Lu Qiurui. She stayed quietly by Lu Qiurui’s side for three years, believing the other would one day fall for her. Yet in those three years, Lu Qiurui’s gaze never lingered on her. On Xia Xingmian’s 21st birthday, Lu Qiurui told her: "Let’s end this. I’ve fallen for someone else." That night, Xia Xingmian drank herself into a stupor. Driven by alcohol, she stumbled on instinct to Lu Qiurui’s home. The next morning, sobering up, she realized with shock that an unfamiliar woman lay beside her. The woman, eyes seductive as silk, toyed with Xia Xingmian’s hair and said: Her name was Tao Ye. She was the very newcomer Lu Qiurui had vowed to pursue. --- Xia Xingmian thought it was just an accidental one-night affair. But later, even she couldn’t explain how—Tao Ye, that woman, was like poison. Somehow, they had a second night, a third… Countless nights.

Four years ago, Mu Xueyi and Zhou Zhenyue broke up. Four years later, shocking news rocked the business world—Zhou Group's CEO, unable to move on from her past love, jumped to her death. Mu Xueyi had always believed she didn’t like Zhou Zhenyue. The Zhou and Mu families were business rivals locked in fierce competition. Back then, she had only gotten close to Zhou Zhenyue because her father forced her to act as a spy, aiding the Mu family in stealing trade secrets. Once her father obtained the documents, her relationship with Zhou Zhenyue naturally came to an end. But... It wasn’t until Zhou Zhenyue jumped for her that she suddenly understood why she had been so heartbroken after their breakup. Turns out, she had fallen for Zhou Zhenyue long ago. So Mu Xueyi resolutely and decisively crashed into Zhou Zhenyue’s gravestone, killing herself. She had planned to meet Zhou Zhenyue in the afterlife and finally say the words she’d never spoken aloud: "I love you." But never in her wildest dreams did she expect that closing and reopening her eyes would mean being reborn a year earlier. Specifically—the third year after their breakup. ??? She could practically see the damn heavens grinning cheekily at her: *Darling, your perfectly done crematorium is ready~*

She was the revered master of Beifa Palace, the foremost sacred sect of cultivation, living a life of ascetic detachment—until fate unraveled entirely after taking in a little disciple. Nan Xiong pondered endlessly but could never quite figure out how teaching her disciple ended up leading them to bed. For Qinghuan, her master was her entire world. Nan Xiong gave her a second life and became her sole attachment in this lifetime. Thus, she defied all moral conventions, dragging Nan Xiong from the heavens down into hell. Yet, as fate would have it, the moment it arose, it vanished—what was born was already void. This was a love forbidden by the world, yet also one that flowed like a quiet river, etching itself into bone and marrow. From the icy peaks of the polar mountains to the bustling rivers and lakes; from naïve dependence to deep, lingering devotion. "Peach blossoms, spring breeze, a cup of wine; ten years of rain and lamplight by the riverside." When the dust finally settled, all she wished was to hold hands and return with her beloved to the original Rongku Pavilion, witnessing the myriad facets of life, the passing of seasons… ***********************Informal Summary**: Actually, this is just the story of a naive sweetheart picked up by an icy master, painstakingly raised into a mature, doting wife—only to successfully push said master over, marry her, and spend the rest of their days in sickeningly sweet domestic bliss… until she realizes: *Holy crap, my wife is the one who massacred my entire family! But I still want to hold her hand and watch flowers bloom, clouds drift, and time pass peacefully! Help! What do I do?!* **P.S.** Let me repeat—this is *wuxia*, not *xianxia*. Beifa focuses on cultivation, not immortality. Nan Xiong is not a celestial being! No magic pills here! Those geezers just live longer than ordinary people but are otherwise *no different* from regular martial artists!