Frostbound [LitRPG Apocalypse] - Chapter 242 - Unbowed

Su Yan was reborn and returned to the day she was betrothed!

In her previous life, her grandfather had been accused of colluding with the enemy and treason. After he unjustly died in prison, the Su Family’s eldest branch fell from grace. The Su Family’s second branch swooped in and seized control, and her cousin snatched her fiancé away. The same cousin also plotted to marry her off to the Prince of Guangping, whose days were numbered.

It was only when she was slandered by her cousin for climbing into her former fiancé’s bed, accused of incest, and beaten to death by the Old Madam of the Prince’s mansion, that she found out that the entire eldest branch of the Su family had long been exterminated!

Su Yan wanted to change everything in this life!

The vicious cousin said, “Sister, on the day of my wedding with Brother Lingyu, you must come!

Su Yan smiled. “Of course. I’m engaged to the Prince of Guangping. If you marry his nephew, you’ll have to call me aunt. I’m still waiting for you to serve me tea!

Scumbag ex-fiancé said, “Su Yan, you’re both daughters of the Su family. Your sister is gentle and kind, but you’re so evil!

Su Yan sneered. “I have something even more vicious. Do you want to try it?

Su Yan had especially found Soul Returning Pills to give to her future husband. She wanted to cure Prince Guangping, who also happened to be her childhood savior!

However, is this medicine not too effective? He had just taken it and it was already able to restore a man who had injured his body to its original state?

Looking at the man who was undressing in front of her, Su Yan stuttered, “Prince, what… what are you doing?

The prince said, “Madam, of course, I want you to see the effects!

The next day, Su Yan held her aching waist.

Persona:

Su Yan: Pretty and smart, vengeful and protective.

Gu Ruoyun: He has a cold personality and likes small animals. He often treats Su Yan like a little rabbit and is soft-hearted.

[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.