Historical
The Earth Master Girl: Battle in Wildman Valley
In the ancient villages at the foot of the Shennongjia mountains, there is a secret ritual: using grown women as bait to lure a Wild Man.
This time, the village chose me.
If luck is on my side, I will become pregnant and give birth to the hope of the entire village.
But this time, luck is not on their side.
Because they have no idea that I am the sole Earth Master successor.
Spring Fills the Southern Tower
Ever since I was little, I had refused to let anyone get the better of me.
When my elder brother gave my sister perfume from across the seas, I cried until I got some too.
When Mother hired a palace matron to teach my sister court etiquette, I threw a tantrum until I was allowed to learn beside her.
When it came time to arrange our marriages, the family chose the finest husband imaginable for my sister.
Then came my turn.
“There is only one Crown Prince in the realm,” they told me.
“His full brother is imperial blood as well. You can marry him.”
In my last life, I refused to accept that.
Why should I settle when the two princes were born of the same mother?
So I devoted myself to serving the Empress and winning her favor.
At last, I got my wish and became Crown Princess.
But Pei Jin despised my competitive nature.
The moment he ascended the throne, he made my elder sister his empress instead and sneered at me.
“Why struggle for something fate never meant you to have?”
When I was reborn in the year of my coming-of-age ceremony, I stopped fighting.
“Prince Rui is a fine match too. Thank you for arranging it, Mother.”
I Never Loved the Prince
I accompanied His Highness through three thousand miles of exile, yet after he reclaimed his throne, he found me lowly and loathsome.
Later, when the time came to reward merit in the Golden Luan Hall, I asked only one thing of him.
His Highness assumed I would ask for a title or a place by his side.
Instead, I prostrated myself deeply and spoke softly yet firmly: “I ask that Your Highness grant your subject’s daughter a marriage to General Shen.”
His Highness’s eyes nearly split with rage as he finally understood-
Throughout those three thousand miles of exile, from beginning to end, it was never him that I loved.
Unwilling to Meet Again
I knew nothing of the zither, chess, calligraphy, or painting.
Before I married Yu Huaiqian, the matchmaker asked me what I was good at.
I thought for a long while, then said,
“Picking rice.”
The whole room burst into laughter.
Yu Huaiqian laughed too, but there was no mockery in it.
He said, “Being able to pick rice is quite good. A household still has to eat.”
He was a famously refined young gentleman of the capital.
Everyone thought he should have married that childhood sweetheart of his, the one who could compose lyrics.
But he married me.
After the wedding, we each did our part and supported each other.
I asked him if he ever found me dull.
He placed a chopstickful of greens into my bowl. “Dull is good. I’ve heard enough of all that outside.”
I remembered those words for a very long time.
Until his childhood sweetheart broke off her engagement and returned to the capital.
At the Qushui Banquet, she casually recited a single line from a new lyric.
The wine cup in Yu Huaiqian’s hand froze in midair.
After the banquet ended, he sat in the study and filled an entire page with that one line.
I picked up the paper and looked at him. He immediately reached out to snatch it away.
“Don’t look.”
I asked, “Is it so good that I can’t see it?”
He was silent for a moment, then his voice lowered.
“You wouldn’t understand anyway. Why insist on asking?”
After Rejecting the Marriage, the Buddhist Heir Chased His Wife in Regret
Everyone in the capital knew I was in love with Fifth Young Master Xie.
But to refuse the marriage, he would rather shave his head and enter Buddhist cultivation.
Only then did I learn that all his tender warmth toward me had merely been a way to use me to curry favor with the Wang family.
I became the laughingstock of the entire capital.
Later, when the loyal ministers of the Xie family were falsely accused, I set aside the past and helped clear their name.
On the night the Xie family regained its innocence, Buddhist Heir Xie rushed over through the rain and said he would return to secular life to marry me.
I stared in astonishment at his face, so certain of victory.
From behind the curtain, the young courtesan reached out and hooked an arm around my shoulders. “Sister, you were just saying you were devoted to someone like me. How are you suddenly marrying someone else?”
I hurried to coax him. “Of course I’m not marrying him. He’s just talking nonsense.”
Fifth Young Master Xie, always so cool and composed, stood there blankly, so devastated that he snapped the prayer beads around his wrist.
A Heroine Can’t Stay Idle
After transmigrating into the neglected wife of an impoverished prince, Song Xuewei wants only enough money to escape and live in peace.
Instead, her sharp tongue and modern business tricks turn Prince Dun’s failing flower estate into a fortune—and draw her close to his gentle secondary consort, Lin Chuxue.
When imperial cruelty shatters their unlikely family, Xuewei is forced onto the revenge path fate intended for her.
Armed with a deadly bond that makes every corrupt courtier share her wounds, the self-proclaimed slacker walks into the New Year banquet ready to topple a dynasty.
The Orphaned Song Girl
I have been selling wontons in the capital for twenty years.
Prince Cheng’s Heir was galloping through the city when his horse’s hooves trampled my wonton stall. He even struck me with his whip.
The heir was incredibly arrogant. “You’re just a lowly commoner,” he sneered. “Even if I don’t pay you a copper, what can you possibly do about it?”
The next day, I went to the Capital Prefecture to beat the drum and cry for justice.
The Six Ministers of the Six Boards arrived in person, and the Left and Right Censors were present to observe the proceedings.
Marquis Ningzhao hauled the heir into the hall. “I’ve caught the little brat!”
The Emperor, seated upon the main throne, declared, “Beat this boy until even his father won’t recognize him.”
Jealous Husband and Resentful Ghost
On the day of the Flower-Viewing Banquet,
I accidentally spent a night of passion with Second Young Master Yan.
Forced to abandon my previous engagement, I was hastily married into Prince Yan’s Mansion.
I had thought such a noble household would be impossible to survive in.
Who would have guessed that after the wedding, my mother-in-law would be kind, my husband easy to coax, and my children sensible?
Aside from taking medicine, I never suffered any real hardship.
Comfortably and contentedly, I lived to the age of seventy-five.
On my deathbed, as I looked back on the past, I could not help but take Yan Zhao’s hand.
“In this life, you and I came together by a twist of fate, but it turned out rather well.”
“If there is a next life, would you be willing to be with me again…”
To my surprise, Yan Zhao’s face suddenly went cold.
“Shen Yao, if we could live this life over, you would still want to have an illicit affair with me without so much as a matchmaker?”
“What do you take me for? It is not as if I cannot live without you!”
Seriously?
We already had children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, yet he was still this resentful?
He should have said so sooner.
Then the husband I had known since childhood, the one who was supposed to marry into my family, would not have ended up leaving alone after I broke off the marriage.
He would not have died so young in a distant land.
Thinking of Rong Zhen, I grew even more melancholy.
There had been three perfectly good people. How had I ended up the only one to live a happy, peaceful life?
My eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the Flower-Viewing Banquet.
Sui Zhu
Fu Yanxiu’s younger sister was still growing, his mother lay half-paralyzed on the kang, and he still had to study for the imperial examinations.
For all seven years of our engagement, I worked his family’s fields.
The day he passed the provincial examination, Fu Yanxiu came to break off our engagement, his face grim.
“Sui Zhu, the capital isn’t a place for someone like you,” he said.
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.