Romance
Crown of Pearls
When I was born, the stars showed an omen so strange that the Imperial Observatory calculated until dawn broke at the edge of the sky, yet still could not reach a conclusion.
The National Preceptor, who had lived for more than two hundred years, descended from Tianxuan Pavilion and left behind a single prophecy for me.
“This child will kill the current emperor.”
My father dropped to his knees in terror, kowtowing to his imperial father and begging him to spare my life.
The emperor held me in his arms-his newborn granddaughter, bound to him by blood-and was silent for a very long time.
In the sixteenth year of Shunhe, my imperial grandfather was forty-nine years old, and learned his fate ahead of time.
That Awesome Girl!
The villain was rich, but depressed.
I was poor, and worse, I was the heroine of an angst novel.
My parents were destined to die, leaving me and my grandmother to depend on each other.
Then, when Grandma fell seriously ill, I would have no choice but to grovel at the male lead’s feet.
He would torment me physically and emotionally, lock me up, make me miscarry, and in the end, I would die in despair.
Only then would he be filled with regret.
I figured all of it came down to being broke, so I decided to throw my lot in with the villain.
I found the villain quietly slitting his wrists and, fighting off the dizziness from low blood sugar, tried to talk him down.
“I’m not here to stop you. I just wanted to discuss whether you could maybe die a little later.”
“You don’t want your assets to go to your dad’s illegitimate son, do you? Are you really okay with them inheriting your money, buying yachts and private jets, and traveling the world?”
“All you have to do is hold on for a few more years. Then you’ll found your own company, become the new darling of the tech industry, and multiply your wealth more than tenfold.”
“I’ll help you take a shortcut. When the time comes, give me a cut, and I’ll help you get rid of Xie Xun.”
The villain’s eyes lit up, but he still looked disdainful.
“You?”
“Be grateful. Besides me, who else is on your side? Your dad? Your mom?”
That stabbed the villain right where it hurt.
Because he was an orphan with both parents still alive.
Princess, Please Take Responsibility
I drunkenly took advantage of the New Top Scholar. The next day, I waved a hand and offered him compensation.
To my surprise, he turned around and grabbed a rope, intent on hanging himself. I hurriedly promised him gold, shops, and a grand mansion.
He let go of the rope only to try and bash his head against the wall. I held him tight, refusing to let go. “A rank three position in two years, and entry into the Grand Secretariat in three!”
He silently drew a blade. I was completely out of options. “Could it be… you want This Princess to take responsibility?”
He sheathed the knife, lowered his eyes, and whispered, “…That would suffice.”
Run Away from the Billionaire’s Love
“Sis, you can have the female lead role!”
At the wedding venue, I clutched the hand of the male lead’s unattainable first love, sobbing my heart out.
“Whoever wants it can take it. I sure don’t!”
After transmigrating into a docile-wife romance and learning that I was expected to give the male lead eighteen children, I immediately started looking for someone to take my place.
Who would’ve thought that the frail first love, who’d always seemed one breath away from death, would sit bolt upright from her sickbed and cry: “If you don’t want it, then I don’t want it either!”
As if by tacit agreement, our gazes both turned toward the trembling third female lead.
Reborn as My Sister’s Lover
During my years dominating Gangcheng, I’ve kept quite a few men on the side.
They all knew the rules of Miss Qi.
I only have one husband, and no matter how much they acted out, they were never to cause trouble in front of my legal spouse, Gu Yi’an.
But one of them just had to have a death wish.
He tracked down my home and staged a confrontation with Gu Yi’an, demanding he step down.
“You’re already past your prime. Why are you still clinging to this position?”
“She told me herself-the one she loves most is me.”
I broke things off immediately: “You crossed the line.”
The young man, looking like a wounded puppy, felt his eyes well up with tears.
“I didn’t do anything wrong! Love means a desire for exclusivity. Those other guys could tolerate this because none of them loved you enough!”
I gazed at his heartbroken yet stubborn eyes, my mind drifting for a moment.
…He was so similar.
Out of everyone, he was the one who resembled my brother the most.
The Princess’s Journey: A Thousand Dreams of Zheng
After my Imperial Mother Consort died, I was given three foster mothers in succession.
Of those three foster mothers, some were deposed, and the others were ordered to die.
In the end, I landed in Beauty Lin’s care.
For three years, she and I lived together in peace, without incident.
Until she offended the wrong person and was thrown into the Office of Punishment.
My heart gave a jolt. Oh no. It looked like I was going to have to change foster mothers again.
Worse still, this time, she was the only one I wanted.
Vengeance Across Time
July 14, 2018. My flight was delayed due to weather, and I didn’t land until three in the morning.
As soon as I turned on my phone, I received a call from my senior. He told me to get to Baoshan Hospital immediately. Now!
I asked him what was wrong, telling him to explain himself first.
“Xiaoyu,” he said. “Something happened to Xiaoyu.”
My ears began to ring, and a splitting headache took hold.
That day was the third anniversary of my relationship with Qiu Xiaoyu. If the plane hadn’t been delayed, I would have proposed at midnight.
At four-thirty in the morning, I saw her at the hospital.
She was covered with a white sheet. Her exposed skin was deathly pale, and when I took her hand, it was cold and stiff.
It didn’t feel like Xiaoyu’s hand at all.
But the autopsy report stated it clearly: Qiu Xiaoyu had died in a car accident at 6:10 PM at the intersection of Qinghe Road and Wenshuo Road.
“It was a truck. The driver was exhausted and didn’t slow down before… Li Tong!” My senior suddenly grabbed my hand tightly.
My hand was just about to lift the white cloth covering Xiaoyu’s face.
“Let go,” I said.
“Li Tong, it’s better… if you don’t look.”
Choking back a sob, I repeated, “Let go.”
He stopped blocking me.
I slowly pulled back the sheet.
She was still beautiful, her features soft, just like when she tried to sleep in every morning.
Only, there seemed to be a wound on her neck.
And that wound extended downward. It grew deeper and larger, until her entire body…
Was completely destroyed.
I collapsed to my knees.
It felt as if a knife had been driven through my heart. My eyes stung, but there were no tears, and I couldn’t make a single sound.
“Did you forget our anniversary? You have to make it up to me tomorrow.”
I knew it was an auditory hallucination; those were the words from the WeChat message Xiaoyu had sent me.
The final WeChat message of her life.
Our entire story had somehow ended on such an unremarkable sentence…
Suddenly, my throat tightened, and I retched, vomiting up mouthfuls of bile.
Swallows Flying in the Drizzle
Chapter 0
The Princess believed in living for pleasure.
During a palace banquet, I spared a single extra glance at the Crown Prince, and she had him delivered straight to my bed.
“So what if he’s the Crown Prince? As women, we must rise to the challenge!”
Afterward, the Crown Prince demanded that I take responsibility for him.
The Princess blocked me, refusing to allow it. She declared with righteous indignation, “If you give him an official status, how are you supposed to keep having fun in the future?”
Later, when enemy troops surrounded the imperial palace, I rushed to tell her to flee for her life. Instead, I found her in her tent, favoring dozens of male consorts.
“Princess, look at the time! It’s too late!”
She finally realized the gravity of the situation. “You’re right. Here, I’ll share half of them with you.”
And so, I was delayed as well.
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that the Hostage Prince from the enemy nation would be among those male consorts.
Just before he was about to be rescued, I ruined his virtue. He was so furious he ground his teeth in rage.
The Princess and I were captured together. Tied behind horses and dragged along the ground, we were sent to the Great Yan Palace.
To scratch out a living, I confessed my love to the Hostage Prince, claiming I only took his body because I loved him, and begged for his protection.
Unexpectedly, the Princess stepped forward and said, “You fool, you actually believe that? To her, you’re just one of-”
The Hostage Prince drew his sword on the spot, demanding an answer: “Exactly how many men have you had before me?”
“I’m truly done with you! Princess, you’re my living ancestor! Aren’t we unlucky enough already?”
I was so enraged that I coughed up blood and died.
The Princess, however, was so notoriously debauched in her speech and conduct that the enemy soldiers wanted to humiliate her, yet they feared she might actually enjoy it. Left with no other choice, they allowed her to live out her final years in peace.
Carrying my corpse on her back, the Princess declared that since she could no longer seek pleasure in the days to come, she would rather die. She threw herself onto a sword and ended her life immediately.
Reborn into a new life, I have returned to the day I entered the palace to save her.
Princess’s Journey: Fuyun Favors Familiar Faces
I am the most ill-fated princess in history.
Widowed young, my homeland was invaded, I was carried off to a foreign land, and after suffering endless humiliation, I died at the age of twenty.
When I woke up, I thanked heaven it had only been a dream.
But then my maid told me that Father Emperor had betrothed me to the doomed Cheng Su.
In an instant, dream and reality overlapped…
Thinking of Cheng Su’s beautiful face, I steeled myself and made my decision.
“Tell Father Emperor I refuse this marriage!”
Master, You Have an Ill Omen on Your Face
How do you get a man to spend five million on you with a single sentence?
“Sir, your face bears an omen of disaster.” The man looked at me with utter disdain.
The next second, the Rolls-Royce he had parked by the roadside was hit by a van.
It exploded on the spot.