Amnesiac Tyrant's White Moonlight
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  • Reads 116,959
  • Votes 4,176
  • Parts 89
  • Time 18h 40m
Ongoing, First published Apr 09, 2020
Yun Pianpian transmigrated into a novel and became a little palace maid on the background board.

The system want her to become the tyrant's white moonlight. This tyrant Xiao Changyuan has a sinister temperament, violent, cruel, and cold. After the unification of the mountains and rivers, the people's grievances boiled and he excecuted everyone.

The two fell off a cliff for some reason, Xiao Changyuan was bleeding and lost his memory. "...Woman, who are you?"
In the original novel, Xiao Changyuan and the little palace maid both lost their memory. The two became brothers and sisters. They lived in Jiangjia Village for three years and their relationship was like stagnant water.

Yun Pian Pian decided to add a fire to the stagnant water.
Boil and dry it and let the fire ignite.
Yun Pianpian bit her rosy cherry lips, her apricot eyes misty as she said tenderly,

"Husband, I'm your wife, don't you remember me?" 

The young emperor's handsome, cold and thin lips pursed. . his thick black eyes stared at her for a long time and finally called her in a hoarse voice.

 "...Wife."

Yun Pianpian directed the tyrant to plough the fields, farm, cook, and wash clothes and he lived happily ever after. Until one rainy night, the East Window incident happened, Yun Pian Pian's face turned pale: 

"I'm sorry, I lied to you, I'm not your wife..."

Xiao Changyuan bit her red lips and rubbed her ears, his eyes darkened, his voice hoarse.

"Wife, if you want to deceive, deceive me until the end..." unfortunately, he love the way she lies and deceives people.

"Your lies in my heart, are very sweet."
 Xiao Changyuan's heart was barren and cold and turned into a ruin but Yun Pian Pian danced gracefully above this ruin. She makes him fascinated and haunted.
 "She made the abyss boil and ignite his love."


Originally a CN / MTL Novel
Fan made translation

Credits to the author: 一念夕雾
TL/Edited by: NekoCat
85 Chapters
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