Historical
Rise and Fall in the Inner Residence
Everyone envied me for being born into the splendor of the Prime Minister’s Mansion.
But in the Prime Minister’s Mansion, there were four daughters like me.
The beauty I took such pride in was hardly worth mentioning before my eldest sister’s effortless grace.
The schemes I had painstakingly built were no match for Fourth Sister, who could overturn the clouds and summon the rain with the slightest lift of her hand.
I watched in satisfaction as my eldest sister entered the palace as an imperial consort, only to be promised by my father, in the blink of an eye, to a boorish man who had nothing but an empty noble title.
Only then did I understand.
From the day my eldest sister entered the palace, my marriage had become nothing more than a stepping stone to support her.
The poisoned, honeyed words of the women in the inner residence, and the impatience and contempt in my husband’s eyes.
Every single day reminded me of my failure.
But I refused to admit defeat.
If blood ties could not be severed, then I would bow even lower.
As long as the bloodline of the Kong Clan remained, I could still stir this dead game back to life.
Peach Blossom
In the third year after I married Zhao Yan, he made me Empress.
On one condition: I was not to lay a finger on the Imperial Noble Consort he held so dearly in his heart.
He seemed to have forgotten that I was his lawful wife first.
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.
The Mistress of the House
After rescuing my young nephew from the water, I went to the east wing to change my clothes.
But my brother-in-law, Zhao Hong, chose that exact moment to shove the door open and barge in, forcing me into a marriage with him as his second wife.
On the night before the wedding, my legitimate mother personally brought me a bowl of Sterilization Decoction.
I pushed the bowl away and looked up at her. “If you dare force me to drink it, the first thing I’ll do is make sure the Zhao Family has no descendants. Do you believe me?”
My legitimate mother flew into a rage and immediately went to complain to Zhao Hong.
Zhao Hong sneered. “Scheming women like her aren’t fit to bear my children.”
My eight-year-old nephew shouted too,
“Bad woman! You’re not fit to be my mother!”
I looked at Zhao Hong. “Since I’m not fit to bear your children, then don’t come to my bed.”
“From now on, the child’s food, clothing, lodging, schooling, future prospects, and dignity in front of the nobles… none of it has anything to do with me.”
“If my lord thinks I’m so scheming, perhaps he should raise the child himself.”
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Painted Skin
By the tenth year of failing to find a human skin, I was ready to flay even the old yellow dog at the temple.
Then I met a beautiful concubine who had been thrown out of the marquis’s estate.
She knelt beside my white bones and burned paper money at the altar.
“The Immortal Lady likes the skin of beauties, and I hate this pretty face of mine. Let’s trade.”
What More Could a Captive Husband Ask For?
In the second year after my husband took a mistress, I heard a voice:
“A man who won’t behave? Break his legs, and won’t he behave then?”
I had spent two years in the Buddhist shrine, chanting sutras day after day, trying to cleanse myself of my sins.
But I could never understand what my sins were.
Everyone in the Ling Family blamed me for being unable to keep my husband.
Being childless was a sin. Being jealous was a sin.
That voice had to be guidance from heaven.
At last, I understood. If his legs were broken, he would no longer be able to leave.
So when Ling Xu came to the Buddhist shrine once again to ask whether I agreed to let his mistress enter the household,
I snapped the candle off the candlestick and drove the copper spike into his leg.
An Ran
I was the lowly maidservant Xiao Yu found too filthy to even spare a glance.
But on the day he realized I had feelings for Xie Lin’an, Xiao Yu abandoned his heavily pregnant favored consort.
He seized me by the throat, his voice cold enough to chill the bone.
“Mutual affection, is it? You think you and Xie Lin’an can run off and live happily together? Keep dreaming!”
A Mountain in Bloom
In my last life, I saved He Yan, the young master of a marquis manor.
He took me as his wife, and for a time, our marriage was the talk of Shangjing.
But I had been born and raised in the countryside.
My manners were crude, and my reputation gradually soured.
He Yan, too, slowly grew distant from me.
I wept day after day, and before I even reached thirty, I died in misery.
Given a second chance, I swore I would never live that way again.
Only, after eating wild greens for three days straight, I realized I simply could not let go of the marquis manor’s soy-braised pork knuckle, sticky rice chicken, crab roe lion’s head meatballs, scallion-fried lamb…
Clearly, He’s a Princess
The day His Majesty bestowed a marriage upon me, my entire household wept like we were holding a funeral.
Mainly because I was a woman disguised as a man attending court, and even my Adam’s apple was drawn on.
There was no way I could make the princess happy!
But the princess who bowed with me to Heaven and Earth was a full head taller than I was.
Tentatively, I reached toward a place I really should not be touching.
In a rough voice, the princess confirmed, “Yes, I have a peepee.”
I entered the palace to plead guilty, but His Majesty said that spending one son to make four generations of my family work loyally for him was an excellent bargain. Me: ?
The Sound of That Year’s Waves
On the day the Su Clan was raided and seized, Father dressed me in a magnificent gown and threw me in front of the soldiers.
“She is Su Yueying, the Eldest Young Miss of the Su Clan.”
Everyone said Father was a loyal servant.
When I saw him again, Father had become the New Emperor’s most trusted Divine Martial Great General.
Su Yueying had become Empress, the New Emperor’s one and only for the rest of his life.
And I was a courtesan in a brothel, a woman anyone could have.
To buy back my freedom, Mother dragged her gravely ill body to beg Father for help.
The gatekeepers beat her to death with two strikes of their staves.
I begged Su Yueying to let Mother be buried.
But she said, “There are plenty of untouched entertainers in the pleasure houses. If you had held fast to your principles, I might still have helped you. But you chose to debase yourself. I will not help someone like that.”
That very night, someone hacked off my limbs and sank me into the river.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day the Su Clan was raided.
This time, let Su Yueying go to the brothel herself and hold fast to her precious principles.