Historical
Miss Protagonist, Please Don’t Jump
I transmigrated into a tragic romance world trapped in an endless cycle and became the city spirit of the Liang Kingdom.
Again and again, the heroine, Bai Ruohuan, leapt from the city wall.
Again and again, the emperor, Liang Qingci, marched toward the ruin of his nation.
At first, I only wanted to sit back and watch the spectacle unfold, but I was forced onto the stage to change their fate.
Alongside that cold-hearted, impassive emperor, I fought to survive through countless cycles, until at last I glimpsed the truth hidden behind Heaven’s Love Calamity.
Peach Blossom Hairpin
I worked as a maid at Marquis Manor for ten years. Then, simply because the young lady lost a Peach Blossom Hairpin, I was driven out of the household.
In the blink of an eye, many years passed. I had nearly let go of all the grudges and grievances between me and Marquis Manor.
But to my surprise, one night, the young lady of Marquis Manor knelt before me in utter disarray, begging me to take her in.
Her husband’s family had cast her out. In all the vast world, she had nowhere left to go.
And now, I was the only person she could turn to.
Awakening the Orchid Fate
Spending the night in an abandoned temple, I found a thin gauze handkerchief wreathed in fragrance. After nightfall, someone murmured beneath the window:
“My lady, have you perchance seen the handkerchief this humble scholar left behind?”
Through the crack in the door, the figure outside looked so ethereal that it seemed he might drift away on the wind at any moment.
At his words, I couldn’t help recalling the rumors about this place.
They said this temple had been abandoned for ages, and that seductive ghosts haunted the area. Any traveler who got entangled with them would either have their essence sucked dry or be dragged into another world, vanishing without a trace.
With that in mind, I hurriedly cracked open the window and tossed out the piece of cloth I had used to wipe the floor, the windowsill, and my stinky feet.
The other party caught it with lightning-fast reflexes.
Then he stared down at the gauze scarf in his hand, now crumpled and ruined like dried pickled greens, and fell into deep contemplation.
Autumn in the Heart of a Parting Lover
Chapter 0
Pei Qian forgot me. All because, on the eve of our wedding, he got drunk, took a fall, and forgot he was supposed to take a bride. Was I to believe that, or not?
Naturally, I believed it with the utmost gratitude. Since he had forgotten me, my marriage to him could be written off in one stroke.
I packed up my money and dowry. Boling was no longer an option, so for the time being, I settled down in Hedong.
If my father had not died so early, I feared I never would have come anywhere near the gates of the Pei Family.
My father died after taking elixirs and running naked through the streets. Everyone praised him for being romantic and unrestrained-a true eminent gentleman!
He had only been a concubine-born son of a collateral branch of the Cui Clan, yet within a few days of his death, he had somehow become the pride of the Cui Clan.
For a time, the worth of my sisters and me rose with the tide. The great aristocratic families all came asking for our hands. Mother even forgot to fake her tears. Every day, she beamed with joy as she received one guest and sent off another.
This world had gone mad, and so had the people in it.
After much careful selection, Mother chose Pei Qian, the Second Young Master of the Pei Clan of Hedong, for me.
Everyone said he was elegant, graceful, wild, and unrestrained-the foremost romantic figure of Great Wei.
At that, I thought of my father, sprinting along with all that pale flesh jiggling in the wind.
I despised these so-called eminent gentlemen from the bottom of my heart.
As it turned out, he would rather change his name and identity than marry me. Excellent. That suited me perfectly.
Ruyi
In the year of famine, disaster fell upon our entire village.
My little brother was so hungry he no longer had the strength to cry, yet his small belly was swollen tight and shiny.
Mother held him in her arms and sat on the threshold, motionless, like a clay idol that had lost its soul.
In the pot was Guanyin clay boiled in clear water. Eating it made your stomach swell, and then you couldn’t pass it.
“Girl…” Father finally spoke. “Don’t blame your mother and me for being cruel… In the palace, in the palace there’ll at least be a mouthful of food.”
When the human trafficker came in, he brought with him a gust of dry, cold wind.
“She’s decent-looking enough, just a bit too thin and weak.
“Three pecks of millet. Not a grain more.”
I saw Father’s hand trembling violently as he pressed his handprint onto that sheet of paper.
Three pecks of golden-yellow millet were poured into the only broken grain jar in our home, making a soft rustling sound.
It was such a beautiful sound-the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.
My little brother would probably live through this winter.
The Consort Doesn’t Want to Fall in Love
The Noble Consort was the most clearheaded woman I had ever met.
Even though His Majesty showered her with endless, singular favor, she always guarded her heart and refused to give it away.
I thought that if things went on like this, she would eventually be moved by His Majesty and meet him with sincerity in return.
Unfortunately, I never got to see that day.
Because His Majesty found someone else to cherish. He came to the Noble Consort for advice, asking her to help him win over the young woman he adored.
He said, “I have never liked a girl this much before. What do you think of me marrying her and making her Empress?”
She Always Wants to Run Away
I was the most envied courtesan in all the capital.
Simply because I bore a seventy-percent resemblance to the Crown Princess, someone threw down a fortune and bought me on the very night I was first listed.
Hugging that heavy pile of silver, I sat in a small sedan chair, both thrilled and anxious.
I secretly made up my mind: even if my patron turned out to be some nasty sixty-year-old geezer, I would still gaze at him with tender affection and kiss him anyway.
As long as I could get my contract of sale and take hold of my own freedom, I could do anything!
But when I saw the prisoner in the cell, soaked with urine and raving like a madman…
I turned around and wanted to leave.
Sorry. I had still overestimated myself!
Blade in the Palm
I was Princess Jiuhua’s study companion, destined to one day enter the palace as a female official.
But at the welcome banquet, the General of Agile Cavalry asked His Majesty to bestow me upon him.
His mistress left a letter behind and ran away with the child.
After he sobered up, he traveled a thousand li to make amends and only then brought that woman back.
On our wedding night, he said coldly, “That day was merely drunken nonsense; I only blame you for blocking my sister’s path. But an imperial decree is hard to defy. Once this act is over, we each return to our own places.”
I asked him, “General, you see me as a mere object, and with a few words you cut off my path to becoming a female official. How can you speak of returning to our places?”
He replied indifferently, “That is your fate, not something you can blame on me.”
But I refuse to accept my fate.
The Scholar’s Wife
The year I turned eighteen, my mother took five taels of silver and married me off to Ji Songzhu, a man infamous far and wide for bringing death to his wives.
Before me, both of his previous wives had died of sudden illness three days before the wedding.
Song Yuan
In the tenth year after I married Pei Yan, he made my legitimate elder sister his empress.
Then he ordered me to feed a gu with my own body to cure her poison.
“Yuanyuan, it is only a Forget-Sorrow Gu. Wouldn’t it be nice to forget all your worries?”
It did sound nice.
So, right in front of him, I swallowed that Forget-Sorrow Gu. Just as he wished, I began to “forget sorrow.”
I forgot how he had demoted me from wife to concubine.
I forgot the bowl of abortifacient medicine he had bestowed upon me.
I forgot that I had once loved him more than life itself.
Later, bewildered, I asked my maid,
“His Majesty is so strange.
“I smiled at him, didn’t I? So why was he still crying?”