Historical
Blossoms Beneath the Snow
When I married into the Shen family, I already knew my husband had one great love.
She was the fisherman’s daughter who had saved him after he was gravely wounded while suppressing bandits.
They had sworn themselves to each other through life and death and privately pledged to marry.
But his mother threatened to take her own life and would only permit the woman to become his concubine.
On the eve of my wedding, Mother wept with worry and asked, “How will our Zhen’er ever live like this?”
How else?
He could play the devoted lover.
I would be the lady of the household.
Shen Yunfeng and I were merely two people traveling the same road toward entirely different ends.
The Pearl’s Lasting Light
When I was fifteen, my royal father chose me from among his many daughters.
I was Xizhou’s brightest pearl, yet he sent me by carriage across the Gobi, the desert, and the grasslands.
I was to travel to the distant Central Plains and marry their Crown Prince.
The Crown Prince had his moonlight and his childhood sweetheart.
But the bright moon must sink, and green plums must ripen.
In the end, only the pearl’s light endures.
Shen Cuo
The day I was cast aside for jealousy, more than half the capital applauded.
My mother-in-law wept and complained that I controlled her son, forbidding him from drinking and from taking concubines, making him the laughingstock of the city as a henpecked husband.
What no one knew was that my husband, Qi Chong, used that “henpecked” reputation as an excuse to turn away people asking to borrow money, dodge social obligations, reject beautiful spy-concubines sent by political rivals with ill intent, and rise smoothly through officialdom.
In the end, I alone bore the infamy of being a shrew and a jealous wife. I angered my father to death, and I myself fell gravely ill and died.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the first year of my marriage to Qi Chong.
At a banquet, Qi Chong didn’t dare refuse the beautiful spy sent by his superior, and pushed me forward instead. Lifting his cup, he put on a troubled expression and said,
“I like the beauty very much.
“But if I bring her into the household, my wife will be upset again.”
What he didn’t know was that I took the beauty’s hand, then turned back to him with a gentle, magnanimous smile.
“Since my husband is so fond of her, and I’ve already checked that your birth dates are compatible, why not bring her into the household today?”
Qi Chong’s face filled with shock. He froze where he stood.
A New Way to Retire in the Imperial Harem
My best friend and I transmigrated together.
She became a princess consort, while I became… a lynx.
“Save me, save me, save me…” I begged.
“Hang in there!” my best friend said. “I’ll fight for custody!”
Then I demonstrated that I could use a toilet all by myself, and Her Majesty the Empress chose me instead.
Later, when my best friend’s husband rebelled and nearly got her killed, it was her turn to beg, “Save me, save me, save me…”
So I-I sprang up and sank my teeth into the villain’s thigh.
Eternal Autumn
Mother often taught me, “A principal wife must have the grace to accept others.”
I was born into a prestigious family as its eldest legitimate daughter. From the day I entered this world, it was destined that even if my future husband was not a prince, nobleman, general, or minister, he would at least be the eldest legitimate son of a family equal to mine in status.
A man destined to inherit his family’s legacy and become the head of his clan was, in all likelihood, never going to be monogamous.
And so, from my earliest childhood until the day I married, I heard the same lesson over and over again: “A principal wife must have the grace to accept others.”
The Princess Who Came for Revenge
The year I turned fifteen, I buried my foster mother and entered the imperial palace.
I became a princess.
They said the late empress had cut me from her womb before setting herself on fire.
That I looked exactly like her.
How could I not?
Fifteen years of going hungry at every meal and swallowing medicine every day had seen to that.
At least all that effort had paid off.
I had finally wormed my way into the palace!
A Blaze of Vengeance
Shen Zhuozhuo is the hidden second beauty of a merchant family. After a depraved young marquis abducts and brutalizes her elder sister, then wipes out the Shen household for daring to demand justice, Zhuozhuo survives with one purpose: revenge. Assuming the identity of a scholar’s dead sister, she enters the imperial palace and draws the emperor close, turning her beauty, patience, and even her own body into weapons. To destroy the Marquis of Cheng’en and the Empress Dowager who shields him, she baits each enemy into a trap more dangerous than the last. But when calculated affection meets the emperor’s unexpected sincerity, Zhuozhuo must decide whether vengeance has left any room for a future.
The Cry of Moss
Mother ascended to heaven.
She left me two things: an old yellow dog and a manual for cultivating immortality.
Oh, and one promise.
“Whenever someone beats you, shout your mother’s name three times, and I will come save you.”
I never shouted.
Father had seldom used his fists lately; he had heard that girls in our area had suddenly become valuable, and a wounded one would fetch a poor price.
The General’s Wife Is Done Trying
My husband brought home his “true love” and insisted on taking her as a concubine.
Tears of emotion filled my eyes as I clasped his true love’s hand and refused to let go.
“How could I possibly let you settle for being a concubine?
You can have my place as his lawful wife!
“Why don’t we make it a one-stop affair today—divorce for me, wedding for you!”
There was no time to waste.
The imperial decree ordering the confiscation of the family estate was already on its way!
A Wedding Mix-Up
My sister-in-law and the youngest daughter of General Zhao were carried to the wrong bridal sedans.
By the time everyone realized it and wanted to switch them back, the woman who should have been my sister-in-law had already completed the wedding night elsewhere.
And just like that, my rough-and-tumble brother somehow ended up with a refined young lady from a noble household as his wife.
But later, when I saw him in the courtyard using a broadsword to cut a thread for her, I suddenly felt the two of them were actually a perfect match.