Psychological
This Life Is Mine
I had been able to see the floating comments since I was very small.
They told me I would spend seven bitter years beside a fallen prince, only to be cast aside when he became emperor.
He would regret it when I was dying, turn back time, and treasure me in another life.
The comments told me to hold on.
But if happiness was certain, why couldn’t I have it in this life?
When the Fifth Prince fell from favor, I was the first maid to pay for a transfer.
The comments went wild.
Without me, how was their story supposed to continue?
Junning
Not long after I married the crown prince, he was deposed.
We spent ten years imprisoned together in a derelict garden.
I tilled the soil and planted vegetables, doing everything I could to stay alive.
Half out of his mind, he kicked my vegetables to pieces, muttering, “Thank goodness it isn’t Qianyi locked up in here.”
Qianyi was the cousin who had come to live with my family.
She was now Prince Cheng’s consort.
I had never known the deposed crown prince had feelings for her.
His ravings made a mockery of the ten years I had spent at his side.
Later, Prince Cheng ascended the throne and issued two decrees.
One sentenced the deposed crown prince to death by poisoned wine.
The other sent me to cultivate the Way in a Taoist temple.
I became Master Taihui of Purple Cloud Temple.
Less than two years later, I became the new emperor’s Consort Yu.
People sneered at my wiles, saying I had bewitched the emperor so thoroughly that he neglected even his lawful wife.
My cousin demanded bitterly to know why I had stolen her husband, why I had not followed the deposed crown prince to the grave.
The new emperor hated me too.
He hated me because, years before, I had seen him wounded and left him there to attend the consort selection.
His grave injuries had failed to heal.
He had lost his chance and spent years scheming before he finally won the throne.
Yet later, when a deadly poison left me confined to my sickbed, he cast aside his entire harem and used blood drawn from his own heart to save me.
As I lay dying, he held me and wept in anguish.
“As long as you live, I’ll agree to anything.”
“I’ll make you empress.”
“I’ll let your parents come back to the capital.”
“Your brother, your sister-in-law, your nephew—all of them.”
“Only live.”
Tears blurred my sight.
I did not even have the strength to cry.
Too late.
Why couldn’t he have granted my wish sooner?
Why had he made my whole life so miserable?
Then I was given another life.
Mother told me joyfully that the empress had specifically summoned me to the consort-selection banquet.
I looked at my cousin, who could hardly contain her eagerness, then lowered my eyes and said softly, “I don’t want to go.”
Lingjia
After I was brought back to the household as its true-born daughter, my parents were full of guilt, and my brother doted on me.
Even the girl who had taken my place was truly kind and virtuous.
Tears on her lovely face, she knelt and bowed her head to me.
“I took your place and left you to suffer all those years.”
I smiled and said it was all right.
Then, before long, I ended up in the pond with her impeccably virtuous fiancé.
Grass Against the Gale
Five years after forcing me into his palace, Xiao Heng finally tired of me.
His new favorite stared at me with innocent curiosity.
“Is this lady one of Your Majesty’s consorts too?”
Xiao Heng gave a contemptuous laugh.
“Her?
Used goods who’d already been married.
A woman like that has no place among my consorts.”
I said nothing, merely lowered my head and bowed respectfully.
At that inopportune moment, I remembered his hand around my throat, his eyes red as he enunciated every word: “You and I are going to torment each other for the rest of our lives.
Even if you die, you’ll die here beside me.”
After My Ex Drank the Forgetting Potion
After seven years together and more than seven hundred breakups, my ex wanted us to drink a potion that would make us forget each other.
Worried it might taste bitter, he took the first sip.
Then he looked at me as though we had never met—and decided he wanted me all over again.
When he poured away my glass, he had no idea what I had put in it.
Or so I thought.
The Sovereign’s Rebel
The general returned from war with a pregnant woman in tow.
I closed the memorial before me and asked Lin Jingfeng coldly, “Shall I grant you a marriage?”
“You are the only woman I wish to marry, Your Majesty,” he said calmly.
I hurled the imperial seal at his forehead.
“I am the emperor!
Have you no decency?”
Blood wound from his temple to his brow.
He wiped it away without a thought and smiled.
“I guarded your bitter, frozen border for three years.
At the catastrophe of Yanxu, I faced an army alone for you.
We had an agreement: the realm is yours, and you are mine.”
His words were quiet and measured, but a bloodthirsty light burned in his eyes.
This young general, this madman, was so beautiful he might have stepped out of a painting.
I stared at him, unable to speak.
The Wicked Sister Never Repents
My elder sister lost her reputation just before her marriage was to be arranged.
Somehow, the jade pendant she wore next to her skin had ended up in a wastrel’s hands.
He brought all seven of his concubines to our door, with gongs and drums, to ask for her hand.
Her good name was ruined.
The marriage intended for her, into a marquis’s household, fell to me instead.
But after we married, my husband suspected I had been behind it.
He would humiliate me in our bedchamber to avenge her.
Pei Zheng pitied my sister so much that he defied all propriety and insisted on marrying her as a second wife of equal standing.
Then I was given another life.
Once again, I got hold of my sister’s jade pendant.
And I had not changed a bit.
Under cover of darkness, I slipped it into the drunken wastrel’s hand.
The Ninth Loop
The system told me I could only go home by becoming the male lead’s girlfriend.
After five years of groveling, his affection score was still stuck at fifty.
So I asked him one more time—and pushed him off a rooftop when he said no.
Every death resets the world.
Every loop takes us farther into the past.
If winning his heart will not set me free, perhaps killing him will.
Reaching for Jade
To gain the protection of a powerful family, I tried every trick I knew on a distant cousin whose connection to me was tenuous at best.
My impeccably aloof cousin merely said, “Have some self-respect.”
Later, when I decided to set my sights elsewhere, he regretted it.
Cui Zheyu pinned me against a wall and kissed me, his dark eyes unreadable.
“You think you can stir up my feelings and then run?
Too late.”