Josei
The Unexpected Child
Two years into our marriage, I finally became pregnant.
But then my husband brought home an eight-year-old girl.
That girl called him “Dad.”
After My Husband Mistook Me for a Brother-Obsessed Leech
My husband thinks I’m one of those women who bleed their husbands dry for their brothers and sisters. What he doesn’t know is that my “eldest brother” is actually the son I gave birth to at nineteen, my “second brother” is the son I gave birth to at twenty-five, and my “little sister” is the daughter I gave birth to at twenty-eight.
Did I Really Abandon My Husband and Child?
Unwilling to spend my life as a slave, I set my sights on Yun Jian, the young master of a local wealthy family.
Through countless schemes and every trick in the book, I managed to enter the Yun Manor to serve him.
I deceived him for his heart, gathered his wealth, and coaxed him into supporting me so I could travel to the capital for the imperial examinations and become an official.
“I, Jiang Rui, swear to the heavens that when I become a Female Chancellor or a high-ranking minister, I will personally petition His Majesty to grant us a marriage.”
Later, as I navigated the shifting tides of the imperial court, my career soared. I had long since forgotten the son of a mere local merchant.
While playing chess with me, the Seventh Prince would drop subtle hints, asking whether I was already betrothed.
Meanwhile, the Chief Censor-whom I had outperformed in every possible way-caught wind of this. He grabbed the sleeve of my official robes after the morning court session, refusing to let go.
Gritting his teeth, he hissed, “The sons of my Shen Family do not marry unless they are the primary spouse.”
In the midst of this overwhelming headache, His Majesty summoned me.
When I entered for the audience, a familiar figure was standing by his side.
“My dear minister, the Empress’s nephew wishes to file a complaint against you for abandoning your husband and breaking your promise.”
The Second Senior Sister Lays Low
My Eldest Senior Sister was a brilliant talent, yet she died young, a victim of schemes and conspiracies.
My Little Junior Sister was charming and lovely, yet she died after being possessed by a Demon Creature and suffering endless torment.
Then there was me-the plain, unremarkable Second Senior Sister of the Sect. I never drew any attention, but I lived long enough.
Eventually, I became the Sect Ancestor, taking on countless disciples. I finally passed away peacefully of old age, surrounded by the weeping of my many students and their successors.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to my youth.
At that time, Eldest Senior Sister was already the Prodigy everyone looked up to, and Little Junior Sister had just joined the Sect.
The two of them hadn’t yet become bitter rivals over a man; they were still sisters who loved and cared for one another.
Looking at the two of them in their prime, I made a firm resolution:
I still need to keep my head down. As long as I lay low and survive long enough, the Magical Artifacts and immortal elixirs will all be mine eventually.
However, this time around, both Eldest Senior Sister and Little Junior Sister took a liking to visiting my place.
Eldest Senior Sister once asked me with a heavy heart,
“Second Junior Sister, he always says that Little Junior Sister is better than me. I know it’s not her fault, but I still feel a spark of jealousy. Am I truly that terrible?”
I replied, “Eldest Senior Sister, one thought leads to divinity, another to the demonic. Has he caused a heart demon to take root in you?”
Eldest Senior Sister’s expression turned solemn, and she cupped her hands toward me in respect.
“Thank you, Junior Sister. I have learned much from your words.”
She turned around and immediately broke off her engagement with her Fiancé.
Little Junior Sister also came to me to complain, looking lost.
“The Senior Brothers have all given me so many things. Sometimes I really can’t use them all, but I’m afraid of offending people, so I rotate through them every day. It’s much better here with you, Senior Sister; it’s always so peaceful. But don’t you find it a bit lonely?”
I hummed in agreement and gave a gentle answer.
“I don’t like letting too many people into my life. I think things are perfect just as they are.”
Little Junior Sister dithered for a moment, her eyes shimmering with envy.
Later on, she started becoming someone not to be trifled with, systematically removing a great many people from her life.
Ironically, those people were the ones who refused to let go.
Waiting for Your Gaze
On the day we got divorced, Song Zhiyuan and I nearly came to blows right there in the Civil Affairs Bureau. When the clerk asked for the reason behind the split, he had the audacity to claim he had seven girlfriends on the side. I laughed out of sheer frustration. Seven girlfriends? So you really don’t get a single day off all week, huh? I shot him a sideways glare. “Working seven days a week without a break-can your body even handle that?” Song Zhiyuan sneered. “You’re not my wife anymore. It’s none of your business whether I can handle it or not.” Beside us, the clerk actually gave him a thumbs-up. “A real man. Impressive!”
Spring Without Rain
My father had many illegitimate daughters.
Some were brilliantly talented, some were gifted in song and dance, and others possessed breathtaking beauty.
He scoured the world for beauties, siring one little belle after another.
Among them all, his favorite was Xidai.
Consequently, she was the one I hated most.
“She is the most beautiful and has a timid nature. She’ll be the safest choice to accompany you when you marry into the Wang Family,”
Father said, “I am not being partial; I am doing this for your own good.”
But I thought to myself: his actions did not match his words.
Princess’s Journey: Life in Chang’an Is Not Easy
I spent eighteen years in a Buddhist temple.
Eighteen years later, I returned as Princess Chang’an. To compensate me for those lost years, the Empress Mother made a public promise: she would grant me any one thing I desired.
I looked around the room, my gaze landing on Wei Zhao, who shone brilliantly amidst the unremarkable crowd. Pointing at him, I declared, “I want him to be my Imperial Son-in-Law.”
Only later did I discover that Wei Zhao and my younger sister, Princess Kangle, were childhood sweethearts. They were a mere imperial decree away from being wed.
But what of it?
Even if I had known from the start, I still would have claimed Wei Zhao as mine!
Xiaoman and Her Miss
My Miss is a traditional lady of the old school; the rules are etched into her very bones.
On their wedding night, the Chen Family Young Master, disdainful that she wasn’t a “modern woman,” didn’t even lift her bridal veil before climbing over the wall and running away.
Her parents-in-law, fearing she might do something drastic, sent people to stand guard outside her door all night.
But the next morning…
Miss appeared properly dressed and groomed, kneeling respectfully to serve tea to her parents-in-law. “Since I have entered the gates of the Chen Family, it is only right that I serve my elders.”
Three years later.
The Chen Family Young Master returned, bringing with him a woman dressed in a Western-style skirt and high heels.
Standing side-by-side in the center of the main hall, they declared that arranged marriages were a relic of the old feudal system and demanded a divorce from Miss.
In the silence that filled the hall, no one could bear to look at Miss’s face.
Only I saw-
As Miss lowered her gaze…
Very slowly, ever so slowly…
The corners of her lips curled into a faint smile.
The Emperor Brought Back My Illegitimate Daughter from Jiangnan
The Emperor brought a beauty back from Jiangnan and declared his intention to make her his Empress.
I adamantly refused.
“Empress Dowager, why? She and I share such a striking resemblance; it’s a sign we’re meant to be!”
You have the nerve to say that? You’ve gone and dug up the illegitimate daughter I hid so far away!
Wrong Love
On the day the divorce was finalized, I booked a high-speed rail ticket back to my hometown. A phone, an ID card, and a bank card with a meager balance were all I had left.
When the butler called to say the young master was crying for his mother, I finally understood that the son I had borne and his father loved the same woman.
Before the train left, I made one last promise: I would never disturb him again.