Drama
The Saint of the Imperial Harem
On the day of my daughter’s sixth birthday, she fell into a lake, and the soul of a transmigrated woman took possession of her body.
She was not the first transmigrator I had encountered.
I expected another loud, shallow creature like Consort Chao, but this one proved entirely different.
As she stood on a spy and scolded me for being weak and softhearted, I discreetly wiped the blood from my hands and sighed.
Facing the Buddha, I said only, “Amitabha.”
Blame Me for Being Too Beautiful and Kind
I am a woman of boundless kindness.
So when Song Lin’an told me that the only woman he had ever loved was my elder half sister, I sent him straight to the grave without hesitation.
“My sister is dead, and since your devotion runs so deep, you should join her. No need to thank me. Nothing delights me more than helping true lovers fulfill their wishes.”
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of our betrothal.
Song Lin’an glared at me and humiliated me before everyone. “The Song family will only welcome a truly virtuous woman. We will never let a vicious shrew through our doors!”
He broke off the match and made me the laughingstock of the capital.
He also branded me a vicious woman.
Song Lin’an schemed his way into marrying my elder half sister instead.
No one wanted me after that.
On the day they returned to visit her family, Song Lin’an sneered at me. “Everyone knows what you really are now. Let us see who else you can ruin!”
I only smiled.
The fool had no idea that in our previous life, I had lived to eighty while he had dropped dead at twenty.
I knew far too many things he did not.
My Husband Can’t, but I’m Pregnant
At a palace banquet, my elder sister accidentally inhaled an aphrodisiac and ended up alone in a room with the heir of the Xie family.
But she was already the Crown Princess, and if the secret got out, the consequences would be catastrophic.
To protect her reputation, the young lord publicly took responsibility and claimed that I had been the woman who spent that night with him.
After I married into the marquis’s household, he remained unfailingly polite but distant, as cold as frost behind a screen.
So determined was he to sleep in separate rooms that he even ruined his own reputation, pretending to be drunk and lamenting before others that he suffered from an unspeakable condition and could not perform as a man.
To preserve the family’s dignity, my mother-in-law simply announced that I was the infertile one.
My sister tormented herself day and night, convinced that she had ruined my life.
I alone breathed a secret sigh of relief, stroked my steadily rounding belly, and made an announcement at the family banquet.
“A miracle from heaven! My husband is going to have an heir!”
Princess Huaying of Qishan
When Princess Huaying catches a lowly musician wearing her ceremonial robes, mysterious floating comments reveal that she is meant to be the vicious supporting villainess in someone else’s triumphant love story.
Refusing the fate of disgrace, exile, and death assigned to her, Huaying turns every trap against the scheming Prince of Qi and follows a buried imperial secret to the heart of a decades-old succession struggle.
Yet when rebellion finally erupts, Huaying discovers that her cleverest ally may be her formidable mother—and that surviving the story requires more than defeating its supposed heroine.
Still Burning
I told Jin Ran I was breaking up with him because I liked old men—rich, independent, quick to die, and generous with their estates—and asked whether he could offer me that.
Years later, I went on a third-rate prank show and was told to call my first love in front of a live audience.
I called Jin Ran. “Let’s get back together.”
After a long silence, his deep voice came through the phone.
“I’m twenty-seven. I’m not dying anytime soon.”
I Swapped the Fake Heiress Back
While I lay unconscious after giving birth, my husband’s cousin swapped her daughter for mine.
The moment she fell asleep, I switched them back.
From then on, she tormented her own daughter every day while lavishing all her love on mine.
I watched with tears in my eyes—what a tragedy.
Served her right.
Goodnight, Princess
Mama had entered the household as the Princess’s dowry maid, only to be raped by the heir apparent.
When the Princess rushed back, she caught him in the act.
Yet the moment he had pulled up his trousers, he denied everything and insisted that Mama had deliberately seduced him.
The Princess slapped him across the face. “Too much of a coward to own what you did, and you still dare play games with this princess?”
That very night, the heir was secretly castrated.
The Princess decided he still had a passable face and sent him into the palace.
Mama, meanwhile, became the second lady of the residence.
For a Thousand Years, Flowers in Our Hair
Gu Yuqing is the daughter of a fallen general and the most unlikely court historian in Great Chu: a woman who can fight an army but can barely read.
When a modern woman awakens in the body of Empress Pei Lingyi, the two of them turn Yuqing’s brutally honest records into a weapon against corrupt ministers, unfaithful men, and a kingdom built to erase women.
As reforms spread and the Chancellor moves to seize the throne, Yuqing must return to the battlefield while Lingyi risks being erased from history altogether.
Between broken brushes, unfinished chronicles, and birthday cakes from another world, two women fight to write their names—and their love—into the future.
Life Is but a Dream
Twenty years have passed since I entered the palace.
I accompanied my mistress as she rose from a deposed consort to the exalted position of Empress Dowager.
I, too, rose from an unnoticed little palace maid to Auntie Lian, a woman even His Majesty addressed with respect.
I have done many wicked things.
When Lady Wang became pregnant, I caused her to fall into the water and lose her child.
When the Noble Consort refused to follow the late emperor into death, I strangled her with my own hands.
Only as I lay dying did I let out a quiet sigh.
“In the end, good is rewarded with good, and evil with evil.”
Rules for Surviving a Tragic Romance
My mother was mad for her entire life.
Before she died, she left me a vast fortune and a note.
The note read: Survival Rules for a Tragic Romance.
One: Never pick up a man by the roadside, especially one who has lost his memory.
If you have already picked him up, sever all ties with him at once.
Ignore this rule at your own peril.
Two: Remember that human beings possess an organ called a mouth.
Besides eating, a mouth can also be used to speak.
When someone misunderstands you, use your mouth to explain the truth in a timely manner.
Three: There are many ways to repay a debt of gratitude.
They do not include forcing your savior into marriage, then deliberately neglecting, suppressing, and abusing her.
If any of the above occurs, flee immediately.