Psychological
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.
The Sixth Murder
In 2016, my younger sister fell into an abandoned mine shaft during a class outing.
It took three days to find her.
But there was something inexplicable about her death.
Her water bottle was still full, yet the autopsy concluded that she had died of thirst.
The sight of her body destroyed my parents. One died; the other lost his mind.
Our once-happy family was torn apart.
Ten years later, I earned a doctorate in criminal psychology.
I returned to that abandoned mine shaft and reconstructed the events of that day over and over again…
And uncovered a horrifying truth that overturned everything I thought I knew.
The Billionaire’s Survival Show
I’m the most notorious actress in the entire entertainment industry.
My agency booked me on a wilderness survival reality show.
They told me I had to kick up as much drama as possible to set off the “perfect” new girl they’d just signed-the so-called National Daughter.
But as soon as we got deep into the mountains, we lost contact with the production crew.
The variety show turned into actual wilderness survival.
Out there, I built a log cabin, hunted pheasants, caught fish, and lived a carefree life.
Meanwhile, those flawless idols were swearing like sailors just to stay alive.
They fought over supplies, and their carefully crafted images shattered completely.
Only later did we find out there were hidden cameras everywhere-and the whole thing had been streaming live every single day…
Our Final Spring
The day I found out I had cancer.
He Wei frowned and said coldly to me, “Do you think anyone would be sad if you died? No one would feel bad about it.”
I said, “Whatever.”
Then I sincerely wished him, “I hope you’ll do as you say.”
After all, the year my brother died saving me, everyone looked at me and said:
“Why wasn’t it you who died?”
Later, I stood on the rooftop of the abandoned building where my brother passed away and jumped off.
But He Wei, why were you crying?
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?”
Three Brocade Pouches
Before my grandmother passed away, she left me three brocade pouches.
“On the seventh day after my death, give these to the seventh person who offers incense.”
On the day of the funeral, I followed her instructions to the letter. When the man who received them opened the brocade pouch, his face turned pale with terror, and he fled in a panic.
It wasn’t until later that I learned the man was a rapist and a murderer.
He had intended to target me that very night.
The first brocade pouch was filled with his criminal record.
She told me to open the second brocade pouch before I got married and consummated the union.
This time, the brocade pouch felt very thin.
Inside, there was only one word.
“RUN!!!”
The Blade Behind a Merciful Face
At my daughter’s birthday banquet, the longevity lock in its brocade box had been replaced with a decapitated snake.
As every noblewoman in the courtyard screamed in terror, my husband’s former beloved reddened her eyes, hugged her son, and apologized.
“He is only a child.
He did not mean to curse the young lady with an early death by bringing her a headless snake.”
Beneath her lowered gaze was a taunt.
She was waiting for me to fly into a rage and ruin my own daughter’s celebration.
I merely gave a quiet hum.
At once, a servant swung a cudgel into the back of her knee.
She dropped to the ground before me, smashing her forehead against the flagstones.
Blood streamed down her face.
She looked utterly wretched.
I tapped the lid of my teacup without even looking up.
“Drag her out and kill her.”
“The child may not know better, but is the adult dead too?”
The Sisters’ Marriage Swap: Glory Across Two Lives
Just before the bridal sedan entered our gates, my elder sister suddenly changed her mind.
She ripped the hairpins and ornaments from her head and hurled them at me along with her round silk fan.
Before the assembled guests, she accused me in a shrill voice.
“Shen Zhi, stop putting on those seductive airs!”
“You needn’t waste any more effort trying to seduce His Highness the Crown Prince.
I’m giving this marriage to you!”
With those few sentences, I became a shameless woman who had tried to seduce her own brother-in-law.
The looks in the ladies’ and young misses’ eyes gradually turned knowing.
I staggered back in disbelief, tears spilling down my cheeks.
Choking on a sob, I asked, “Has your heart perhaps been captured by another man, Sister?”
“If so, our entire household ought to enter the palace and plead guilty, begging His Majesty’s forgiveness.”
“How could we play at swapping sisters for their marriages and commit the crime of deceiving the emperor?”
Empress Dowager Liu
On the day my father placed third in the palace examination, my mother was found unconscious in a busy street, her clothes in disarray.
Mindful of the many years she had supported his studies, my father did not fault her for having been violated.
Everyone praised him for his honor.
Even the emperor marveled at his devotion.
Yet, concerned for my father’s reputation, His Majesty decreed that he marry the Marquis of Yongyang’s legitimate daughter and expected my mother to step aside and become a concubine.
Proud and unyielding, my mother hanged herself that very night.
My Darling
During the year of our purest love, Chen Ming and I shared a kiss in front of everyone when we won the Zhengfa Cup debate competition.
But later, when our son was diagnosed with autism, we both came to regret it.
After ten years of love, the wear and tear of life had transformed us from a match made in heaven into a pair of bitter rivals.
Time skipped forward to our son’s fifth birthday.
Chen Ming and I were in the car, arguing once again over our child’s illness.
Right in front of our son, we cursed each other, screaming for the other to drop dead.
The next second, an out-of-control heavy truck barreled toward us.
Chen Ming went against his instincts and jerked the steering wheel to the right, but the violent impact swallowed all the shouting and cursing anyway.
When I woke up again, we were back on the day we won the Zhengfa Cup.
This time, facing a stadium full of cheering and jeering, we pretended we barely knew each other.