Drama
Canary and Dog
My fiancé was keeping a little canary.
I told him to bring her over so I could take a look.
Perfect timing-I could take my little puppy out for a walk too.
On the day we met, I showed up with a handsome guy. He showed up carrying a birdcage.
I was completely dumbfounded. “Wait, Your Highness, the canary you’re keeping is an actual bird?!”
He looked even more confused than I was. “Wait, princess, you take your dog for a walk without bringing the dog?”
Life Goes On
By the time I transmigrated into this world, the story was already nearing its end.
The realm had been united, and the New Emperor had ascended the throne.
The woman who had shared his hardships and stayed by his side through everything had been granted a cup of poisoned wine.
And I was the Empress he was about to marry: the legitimate daughter of the Wang Clan, born of an illustrious house.
I looked at the woman who had just drunk the poisoned wine. “Do you know why I came?”
She let out a cold laugh, sweat beading across her brow. “Afraid I won’t die?”
“No.” I took a pill from my sleeve and pushed it into her mouth. “Afraid you will.”
I Took the Wealthy Man My Roommate Didn’t Want
My husband is very rich, but I don’t love him.
In university, he once used every trick in the book to pursue my roommate Jiang Sizhu. He sent luxury gifts one after another, and even made a grand gesture by sending nine thousand roses downstairs from the girls’ dormitory. All the girls in our dorm benefited; we carried armloads of roses back to our rooms, as if we were moving a flower bed. Only Jiang Sizhu remained indifferent. She even warned Pei Lu not to come looking for her again.
“He’s very rich and not bad-looking. You really don’t want him?”
I had a face mask on and finally asked the question I could never understand.
With such a beautiful face, she spent every day hanging around that senior who worked odd jobs everywhere.
“No way, a stuffy old bore like him? If you’re so interested, go after him yourself,” Jiang Sizhu said with disdain.
I rested my chin on my hand, thought for a moment, then nodded.
“Fine.”
“I’ll go after him.”
May the Crown Princess Live Forever
For three years after I entered the Eastern Palace as a concubine, I had never even seen the Crown Prince.
I took it in stride. After all, I was face-blind.
If I mistook someone else for the Crown Prince and committed a capital offense, I would rather have no favor at all.
But after so long without his favor, even my food, clothing, and daily expenses became a problem.
To live a little better, I simply found three lovers to support me.
Zhang San worked in the Imperial Kitchen and could always bring me plenty of delicious food.
Li Si guarded the Garment Bureau and often sent me beautiful clothes.
As for Wang Wu, he was a skilled craftsman in the workshops. Every time we met, he gave me some clever new toy.
Lately, though, all three of them seemed short on money.
So I began thinking that I should try to please the Crown Prince and ask for some rewards to help support them.
Fallen
In the year I was desperately poor, I deliberately fed two of my fingers into the factory machinery and had them crushed, all for the thirty thousand yuan my grandmother needed for surgery.
The factory manager frowned with such pain that he wanted to compensate me eighty thousand yuan. I was too guilty to take it, so I only asked for thirty thousand.
Years passed. My grandmother had been gone for many years.
Then I saw a trending news report: the factory from back then had been swallowed by a fire.
The factory manager had died of a heart attack. His wife had vanished.
Their twelve-year-old son had been sent to an orphanage.
Looking at those helpless, terrified eyes on the screen, I poured the medicine I had been about to swallow down the drain.
Then… let me live once more.
For that thirty thousand yuan from back then.
Skin Changer
My younger sister gave birth to a son in the Eastern Palace.
I brought a fortune in family wealth and cartloads of rare medicinal pills with me to the palace to visit her.
The moment she saw me, she nestled into my arms and began to cry, tears falling one after another.
Her movements were intimate, her voice soft and spoiled. There was not the slightest trace of distance or unfamiliarity between us.
And yet my entire body went rigid, a chill crawling up my spine and sinking into my heart.
Because the face before me, identical to my sister’s in every way,
was not the dead woman’s skin I had sewn onto her with my own hands.
After Both Amnesiac Archenemies Lose Their Memories
After my sworn enemy and I both lost our memories, we lost control and ended up in bed together.
He was “gifted beyond measure,” and I was “shamelessly uninhibited.”
Physical desire and psychological disgust tore viciously at each other.
When my memories returned, I stared at my longtime nemesis, bare from the waist up, loving him and hating him all at once.
While enjoying his top-tier stamina, I maliciously recorded a video of him acting like my dog.
The shock brought his memories back.
After a brutal fight, we went our separate ways.
When we met again,
the wedding convoys of Hua Kingdom’s two great families ran into each other on a narrow road.
Song Jinbie and I regarded each other coldly, then brushed past without a word.
But late that night,
my newlywed husband was hanging upside down from the ceiling. Song Jinbie’s tone was lazy as he said,
“Become a widow, or marry me. Pick one.”
I likewise handed a hemp rope to his newlywed wife.
“Either tie it around yourself, or loop it around your husband’s neck.”
My Husband Is the Living Rulebook of the Ministry of Rites
The night I married Pei Guanli, I cried so hard I soaked half my bridal veil.
Not because I didn’t want to marry him, but because everyone in the capital knew that Pei Guanli was more upright and proper than the ancestral tablets in a shrine.
He oversaw ceremonial protocols at the Ministry of Rites and revised the dynasty’s statutes and rites.
If a family used the wrong ritual vessels at a wedding, he could remember it for three years.
If someone wailed one time too many at a funeral, he could submit a memorial impeaching them straight to the emperor.
As the daughter of a merchant family from Jiangnan, this was exactly the sort of man I feared most.
Before my mother sent me into the bridal sedan, she clutched my hands and cried even harder than I did.
“Ah Ning, once you reach the Pei Family, speak less, smile less, and eat less.”
I asked, “Why eat less?”
Choking back sobs, my mother said, “Noble young ladies in the capital eat as delicately as if they’re painting flowers. You eat three bowls in one sitting. You’ll give yourself away too easily.”
I paused, suddenly feeling that before this marriage had even reached the bridal chamber, I had already lost on appetite alone.
The Queen Returns Home
The enemy army pressed against the border. To humiliate our dynasty, the Xiqing Tribe specifically demanded that the Empress be sent for a political marriage.
In the court, the Emperor resolutely defied the majority opinion and was determined to protect me.
I pondered all night. This was the land my beloved had sworn to defend to the death. This was my home, my roots. I could not run away.
Outside the Capital gate, I questioned him:
“Three years ago, when the enemy army was outside Yuezhou City, didn’t Pei Yu send you six urgent requests for reinforcements?”
“Xiao Jince, why didn’t you send troops?”
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!”