Drama
Asking for True Heart
On my wedding day, my twin sister knocked me unconscious and locked me in the basement.
Then she impersonated me and married my fiancé.
“From today on, your man is mine.” Her eyes were filled with sheer determination.
She left in such a hurry
that she didn’t notice I had stopped breathing in the darkness.
Married to Ruin
My father had held the imperial court in his grip for years.
He sent me into the palace and forced the emperor to take me as his empress.
On our wedding day, the young emperor and I came to blows.
With bloody scratches across his face, he swore, “Xiao Lingyue, I will wipe out your entire clan. Just wait!”
For six years, I strutted through the palace and clashed with him at every turn—until my father’s rebellion failed…
Ke Zhen
My husband was upright and restrained, a gentleman praised by court and commoners alike.
He took no concubines and kept no maidservants in his chamber, so everyone believed he cherished me.
Only I knew the woman he loved was the Empress.
I had resigned myself to it, until the year rebels stormed the capital, seized our only daughter, and forced him to surrender the Empress and the Crown Prince.
Before the two armies, he shot our daughter dead with an arrow and said, “Since ancient times, loyalty to the realm and love for family cannot both be preserved.”
My hair turned white overnight. In despair, I dragged the Empress down with me.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to our wedding night.
Facing his still, emotionless face, I smiled sweetly.
“Since you love each other so much, I will make sure your love story is sung throughout the world.”
Yu Chaolan Investigates: The Noble Concubine of the Marquis
The Marquis of Ningyuan’s favored concubine had been brutally murdered.
She had been arrogant, domineering, and spoiled by his favor, making countless enemies in the marquis’s mansion.
For a time, the authorities had no idea where to begin.
So Yuan Nanshan, the Vice Minister of Dali Temple, tossed this hot potato to me.
“The Marquis of Ningyuan’s concubine came from an official family, bore him children, and held a status no lower than the Marchioness.”
“You’re a woman, so it will be more convenient for you to investigate. You must find the murderer and give the deceased justice!”
“…”
But I was only a fortune-teller.
The Wet Nurse of the Manor
I was a peasant woman whose child had died. At night, my breasts would swell until the pain was unbearable, but I was afraid my husband and mother-in-law would scold me, so I could only go out to the ridges between the fields alone to relieve myself.
I never expected to come across a man lying gravely wounded by the roadside.
He kept rasping, “Thirsty… so thirsty…”
I couldn’t help myself, so I let him have a mouthful of milk.
Later, I went to the General’s Mansion to serve as the Young Master’s wet nurse.
The Young Master was naughty and refused to drink.
I glanced at the Young General beside me and teased him.
“Young Master, if you still won’t drink, I’ll give it to your elder brother instead.”
That night, in a daze, I heard the Young General talking to the Young Master.
“Little ancestor, are you drinking or not? At least make a sound!”
I Really Don’t Want to Work This Job Anymore
If I managed to ascend the throne, it was entirely thanks to my five short-lived older brothers.
Thanks to them, I now live like a beast of burden.
3:00 – Rise and wash up, then pay respects to the Empress Dowager.
4:00 – Morning lessons.
5:00 – Imperial Gate Audience.
7:00 – Breakfast.
8:00 – Handle state affairs and review memorials.
13:00 – Lunch.
14:00 – Riding and archery; inspect the princes’ studies.
15:00 – Handle state affairs.
17:00 – Free time.
19:00 – Evening lessons.
20:00 – Review memorials.
23:00 – Bedtime.
I am so done with this job!
The Hated True Heiress Just Wants to Fake Her Death
When I transmigrated into the role of the true heiress, a universally disliked person, the story had already reached its end.
The fake heiress, doted on by all, had won everyone’s affection, leaving me to be cast out onto the streets. Destitute and adrift, I still clutched a half-eaten meat bun made from lymph node meat in my hand.
Such a miserable script gave me not a shred of will to live.
I lifted my head to look at the clear blue sky, my expression serene and relaxed. I was fully prepared to give up, contemplating whether to follow the original owner into the afterlife and elegantly choosing between a car crash or jumping off a building as the more dignified demise.
Just then, a passing gang of robbers dragged me into a car.
They pressed sharp knives to my throat, grinning ferociously:
“Don’t move! This is a robbery! Call your family right now and have them send five million in ransom.”
“If you dare make a sound, I’ll send you straight to hell!”
As expected, heaven has its own plans.
I nodded contentedly with a smile, tossed the bun aside, and screamed at the top of my lungs:
“Help!”
Promised to Be a Nun for the Crown Prince, Why Did She Remarry?
On the day the Crown Prince was deposed, I left the Eastern Palace with the palace servants, a bundle on my back.
When we reached a deserted place, the Crown Prince caught my hand. “Come with me. I can protect you.”
Tears shimmered in my eyes. “No. This servant will shave her head and become a nun, to pray for Your Highness’s blessings.”
With that, under his reluctant gaze, I walked into the nunnery.
Of course I couldn’t go with him. He was the male lead, and I was the vicious supporting villainess.
In the original plot, I was supposed to follow him and suffer every hardship at his side. But then he would fall in love with a time-traveling woman, reclaim the throne, and make her Empress.
As for me, I would have to fight that time-traveling woman in the palace, then die a miserable death in the end.
Ugh, please.
I did like the Crown Prince, but my motives weren’t exactly pure. More than anything, I wanted wealth and glory.
Since I already knew how it ended, there was no way I was going to suffer with him.
Luckily, I hadn’t awakened too late. I had already built up quite a fortune.
Five years later, after my first husband died and I was just preparing to marry my second, the Crown Prince appeared before me with a cold, shadowed face.
He gripped my hand with crushing force and said through gritted teeth, “Didn’t you say you were becoming a nun?”
After I Opened a White Moonlight Substitute Training Class
The friends of the Crown Prince of the Beijing Circle were always laughing at me for being a hick, saying I wasn’t even worthy of being a stand-in for his white moonlight.
They even predicted that I’d be packing up and leaving in less than a month.
I panicked and immediately summoned my seven older sisters for emergency training in the art of being a white moonlight substitute.
Even if I got fired, there was no way I was letting such a cushy gig fall into an outsider’s hands!
Then, a year later, the white moonlight returned to the country. The moment the crown prince saw her face-he threw up.
Trembling, he said, “I’m sick of it. So sick of it. For the rest of my life, I never want to see that face again!”
Yu Chaolan Investigates: The Tragedy of Ning’an
The second young lady of the Guardian General’s Residence was young, beautiful, and of noble status.
After attending a gathering of noble ladies, she suddenly hanged herself.
She left not a single word behind.
Her elder sister, Wang Ping’an, the Guardian General stationed at the border, rode back to the capital overnight.
Then, with lightning speed, she abducted the other four noble ladies who had attended the gathering-
the Grand Tutor’s daughter, the daughter of the Minister of Personnel, the legitimate daughter of the Censor-in-Chief, and the County Lady of Zhongwang Mansion-and brought them to a farmstead on the outskirts of the capital.
I, along with Yuan Nanshan, the Vice Minister of Dali Temple, was also dragged here to help uncover the truth.
Seeing me stare worriedly at the four top-ranking noble ladies, the Guardian General gave a chilling sneer.
“Master Yu, I hear your divinations are infallible, and that you can see the past and the future.”
“I want to know how my sister died!”
“If you can’t get to the bottom of it today, all of you can accompany her to the grave!”
Wait. I’m going to die too?
I’m just a fortune-teller.