Psychological
Princess Huaying of Qishan
When Princess Huaying catches a lowly musician wearing her ceremonial robes, mysterious floating comments reveal that she is meant to be the vicious supporting villainess in someone else’s triumphant love story.
Refusing the fate of disgrace, exile, and death assigned to her, Huaying turns every trap against the scheming Prince of Qi and follows a buried imperial secret to the heart of a decades-old succession struggle.
Yet when rebellion finally erupts, Huaying discovers that her cleverest ally may be her formidable mother—and that surviving the story requires more than defeating its supposed heroine.
Better Not to Meet
My sister has hated me for twenty years. She once told me to my face that it would be better if I just died.
So, just as she wished, I was diagnosed with stomach cancer.
The Perfect Victim
I fell into a sewer while I was out buying groceries and was already unconscious by the time I was rescued.
But unexpectedly, while I was unconscious, a gas explosion occurred at home, killing my husband instantly.
Sobbing hysterically, I stumbled home as fast as I could.
The neighbors all remarked on how deeply my husband and I must have loved each other.
Only I knew I was merely anxious to see the fruits of my labor.
After all, I couldn’t put my mind at ease until I’d seen it with my own eyes…
The Long Night Breaks at Dawn
By day, Song Wenxi is presented as a chaste Daoist nun; by night, Yuzhen Convent sells her to powerful men.
After her abused younger sister dies, Wenxi refuses to accept the same fate and uses a pregnancy to enter the household of Gu Zhun, heir to the Prince of Pingnan.
Inside the princely estate, she discovers that noble wives, concubines, and prostitutes are all trapped by the same brutal order.
To avenge the dead and free the women still imprisoned at Yuzhen Convent, Wenxi turns the desires of the men around her into weapons and sets out to make sure the long night finally ends.
Heiress for Hire: Cash, Not Love
On the first day after my wealthy birth family found me, my biological parents gave me a warning.
“Now that you’re back, don’t go thinking you can compete with Nian for anything.”
I surveyed the family’s opening show of hostility, smiled, and pulled out an employment contract.
“I think you two have misunderstood something: a parent-child relationship is a legal fact.”
“But asking me to play the sweet, obedient daughter while serving as your adopted daughter’s stepping stone would qualify as premium emotional labor.”
“It’ll cost extra.”
A Heart Unchanged
My father was a libertine, with a particular taste for women with slender waists.
To curry favor with him, the officials beneath him scoured the land for willowy courtesans from Yangzhou.
In the end, they presented my mother to him.
Her waist was as slim as a willow, narrow enough to circle with one hand.
My father was infatuated with her.
The very day she entered his estate, he rewarded her with a bowl of medicine meant to make her barren.
The Eleventh Step at Dawn
At one o’clock in the morning, I counted the Eleventh Step on the western staircase of my office building.
Resting on that single step was a white sneaker, its laces tied into the same blue dead knot my missing best friend always used.
Five years ago, a woman had died in this building.
Now, the security guard who holds the elevator for me every day looked up and flashed a smile.
“Miss Tang, you shouldn’t go around counting stairs.”
Boiling Cool Water
I found a chat log on Sheng Jing’s phone.
He had sent his female assistant a video of me helping Jiu Jiu with her homework and losing my temper.
“This is why I’d rather work overtime at the office than come home.”
The young assistant replied with a “poor you, sending hugs” sticker. “Manager Sheng, you have it so hard.
Work is exhausting enough, and then you have to deal with all that when you get home.”
He and His White Moonlight
The day my interview results came out, I came across a post: “How lethal can a white moonlight really be?”
The top-voted answer had only been posted a little while ago.
“I’ll tell my own story. He had a crush on me in high school, and we ran into each other a few days ago while I was job hunting.”
“Even if I’m not as capable as the others, he’ll still make me the one-in-ten-thousand choice.”
Attached was a graduation photo of them at eighteen.
The girl wore a white dress, her slim back quiet and well-behaved.
The boy had his head turned, looking at her intently, his profile clean and… familiar.
My phone trembled faintly. It was the message rejecting me after the interview.
Only then did I understand. She was Xie Qingyue’s white moonlight-and what she had killed was my future.
I would rather be a tree waiting for spring than a bird that turns back.
I could allow my feelings to fall apart completely.
But my future, my freedom, my life-none of them could afford the slightest mistake.