Drama
Once I Was a Pearl in Your Palm
The day I died of illness, the entire palace was shrouded in grief.
Only Emperor Yan Lang was not sad; he was merely a bit annoyed.
He was annoyed that half a month ago, because he wanted to invest my sister, Cui Mingshu, as Noble Consort, I had a massive argument with him and had yet to bow my head and admit my fault.
He was annoyed that the tactless officials from the Ministry of Rites were kneeling outside the hall, claiming they did not know how to determine the Empress’s posthumous title, write her biography, or arrange her burial in the imperial mausoleum.
Memorials piled up on his desk like snow on the eaves, as the hundred officials exhausted every flowery word to speculate on the Son of Heaven’s whims.
They suggested posthumous titles like ‘Virtuous,’ ‘Moral,’ ‘Gentle,’ and ‘Respectful,’ yet I was once the woman who, because someone had skimped on Yan Lang’s rations, chased that eunuch through three streets with a knife like a common shrew, cursing him the whole way.
They described my life as ‘noble and carefree,’ yet after his enthronement, he and I did nothing but argue or give each other the cold shoulder.
It seemed I was always crying-always weeping.
When it came to the matter of the imperial mausoleum, Yan Lang finally recalled a sliver of my merit.
Having been husband and wife, he was not stingy in granting me glory after death, graciously permitting me to sleep in the same tomb as him.
Before the vermilion ink of his approval for our joint burial could dry, Aunt Sun, the head maid of Jianjia Palace, was already kneeling respectfully outside the hall. She said the Empress had a final request she wished to be granted.
Yan Lang likely guessed what it was.
In all probability, she wanted to bow her head and admit her mistake, then ask for a grander posthumous title, an honorary rank, and for him to forbid Cui Mingshu from entering the palace.
“The Empress does not wish to be buried with you. “She said this life was too wretched; she never wants to see you again, neither in the blue vault of heaven nor the yellow springs of the underworld.”
I Won’t Stay in Your World
After being passed over for promotion yet again, Cheng Ying discovers that her secret boyfriend of twelve years, Lu Siming, personally vetoed her while openly favoring another employee.
When he denies their relationship in front of the whole company, she quits, leaves him, and rebuilds her career in Hong Kong.
Two years later, Lu Siming returns as a client, determined to win her back—but Cheng Ying has finally learned that choosing herself means refusing to live in a world where her love must remain hidden.
A Few Matters at the Princess Fengguo’s Mansion
My father rebelled, and I became the most honored legitimate princess.
No, wait-the Grand Tutor said it’s not rebellion.
How can it be rebellion when it’s the act of a founding emperor?
It was the descent of the Imperial Star, the gods and buddhas blessing the people, rescuing the masses from misery!
As the Grand Tutor taught, one should say:
The previous dynasty was tyrannical and unjust, the common people were in a living hell, suffering unbearably. My father the Emperor led a group of righteous men in uprising, successfully ended the chaotic times, and established the Great An Dynasty.
So I, an ordinary farmer’s wife in the previous dynasty, inexplicably became the one and only legitimate princess of the An Dynasty.
That’s right, I’m married, my husband is alive and well, I have both a son and a daughter, my life is happy and fulfilling, and for years I’ve topped the list of happiest young wives in the village.
Before becoming a princess, my biggest worry was that my son didn’t like meat and only ate vegetables, while my daughter didn’t like vegetables and only ate meat.
Now my biggest worry has become: being a legitimate princess and all that-I have no experience with it…
A Second Bloom
Meng Yuanxi and I were rescued from the fire at the same time.
But after we woke, her talent shocked the world, and her policy essays stirred the hearts of all who read them.
Even my fiancé, the Crown Prince, wanted to break off our engagement for her sake.
She said that in this world, she was destined to be the winner.
But I only said lazily, “After getting the chance to do it all over again, you still haven’t improved at all…”
Ah Shu
My elder sister once saved Prince Cheng in Yangzhou, back when he was afflicted with muteness.
When he recovered, he personally came to our door to ask for her hand.
But by then, my elder sister was already married and had borne a child. Holding her newborn in her arms, she smiled warmly.
“I am five years older than you, and I only gave birth to this child a few days ago.”
“My younger sister, however, is only a year apart from you. Perhaps she would be a better match.”
Later, Prince Cheng truly did ask to marry me.
But after our wedding, he treated me with the utmost cruelty, forever complaining that my temperament was worlds apart from my sister’s.
“I was wrong. For the bright moon in my heart, I settled for second best and made do by marrying you.”
“And because of that, I have spent my entire life making do.”
Now that I had been reborn, it was once again the day Prince Cheng came to our door.
My elder sister was just about to bring me up.
I spoke first, smiling calmly.
“Sister, I don’t like older men either.”
Arrogance
My husband brought home a young woman.
I waited for her to bow and pay her respects, but she started shouting that “all people are born equal.”
I suggested she become his concubine, and she clung to my husband, demanding “one man, one woman, for one lifetime.”
My husband told me to be more accommodating toward her.
I was silent for a long while.
Then I kicked him straight into the sewage ditch.
“You’re the one who’s born equal to dogs. The two of you can go be a pair of dogs for life!”
My Online Boyfriend Sent His Twin Instead
The day I met my online boyfriend in person, I discovered he was mute.
The boy pressed his lips together, his face pale, nothing like the cheerful person he had been online.
[I’m sorry. I must have disappointed you…]
He handed me the note without daring to meet my eyes, while I stared blankly between his face and the floating comments in midair.
[I’m dying. The male lead set up his own brother and practically sold him out just to get revenge for the female lead.]
So the beautiful mute boy before me was the campus heartthrob’s younger twin brother. He had never been the one dating me online at all.
I curled my lips into a smile, utterly unconcerned that they had switched places.
A mute boyfriend was perfect.
He was adorable when I bullied him and he could not even get a sentence out.
[Were you satisfied with today?]
The message popped up on my phone just after I got home. After admiring the boy’s swollen lips and damp eyes one more time, I sent over our selfie.
[Very. But next time we kiss, baby, it would be even better if you didn’t tremble.]
It took a long while for the person on the other end to reply.
[I didn’t do well today. Let’s meet again tomorrow.]
A Tangle of Crimson
After Wei Xuan and I had tormented each other for most of our lives, he finally grew tired.
On his deathbed, he refused even to see me.
He had our children deliver his last words instead.
“In my next life, I would rather be your brother for a lifetime than spend half a life as your resentful husband, with both of us losing the ones we truly love.”
Sure enough, the moment he returned to the past, he rushed to free his childhood sweetheart from prison and showered her with tenderness.
Then he forced his mother to take me as a goddaughter.
Smiling, I accepted the jade pendant and bowed with perfect obedience.
“May all be well with you, Elder Brother.”
His hand faltered, then dropped stiffly to his side.
Before long, we were each betrothed to someone else.
He remained in the capital.
I was bound for Lin’an.
Yet on the day my boat departed, he tore off his wedding robes, leaped into the river with no thought for his life, and clung desperately to the gunwale, begging me to stay.
How Do I Break Up with My Boyfriend of One Day?
Lu Yan pursued me for five years.
The day after I finally said yes, I came across a post written by his childhood sweetheart.
[My ten-year crush is finally over.]
[My childhood friend has a girlfriend now, but it isn’t me.]
[Our story was full of missed chances.
The closest we ever came was the kiss I stole.]
[Letting go of ten years of love feels strange.
Part of me can’t bear to, but part of me is happy for him.]
[If I’d been the one who gave him that piece of candy all those years ago, would I be the one he loved now?]
People in the comments lamented the heartache of her decade-long crush and admired her courage in loving someone for so long, yet still knowing when to let go.
Then Lu Yan replied, sending the post’s popularity soaring.
[Yes.]
I stared at that single word and slowly exhaled.
At last, I had a reason to break up with him.
In My Own Good Time
On our wedding night, my husband told me something plainly.
His heart belonged to Concubine Song, and there could never be anything between him and me.
I was not to use my position as the lady of the household to make Concubine Song’s life difficult.
Furious, I tore off my bridal veil and gave him two choices.
Either we went to his parents together and asked what exactly they meant by arranging this marriage.
Or he brought Concubine Song to me so the three of us could settle matters face-to-face.
He feared I would bully his beloved concubine, while I feared she would use his favor to humiliate his lawful wife.
After a brief hesitation, my husband chose to summon her.
The three of us sat down and agreed on three rules.
First, Concubine Song was never to set foot in my main courtyard, and anything that happened if she did would be her own responsibility; the same rule applied to me.
Second, since my husband refused to consummate our marriage that night, we would never share a bed for the rest of our lives.
Third, if his parents pressed us for an heir, he would deal with them, and if I suffered punishment or loss because of it, he would compensate me.
My husband’s face turned glacial as he signed the agreement in a fury.
From that day on, he never entered my room again.
Concubine Song basked in her victory and laughed at me for giving up the finest man in the world.
The two of them settled into their sweet little romance.
I was too busy building a life of my own to spare them a thought.
But three years later, my husband stepped into my courtyard with an uneasy look on his face.
I knew at once that he regretted everything-and that he wanted to sleep with me.
I said calmly, “Let’s divorce.”