Romance
Princess’s Journey: Live Up to Your Youth
Changhui came here on a mission to save me.
When my grandmother passed away and the Crown Prince came to take me into the palace, I heard Xie Changhui’s inner thoughts.
[Don’t go. If you go, you will eventually fall in love with the Crown Prince and become a villain. You’ll commit heinous crimes and meet a miserable end.]
So, I refused the Crown Prince.
Later, when I encountered a sick youth on the road, I heard Xie Changhui’s voice in my head again.
[He is the blade you will use to kill. You love the Crown Prince, but he loves you. For your sake, he will slaughter countless people, only to die at the hands of the female lead.]
I picked up the boy and took him in as my younger brother.
Even later, when I finally met the female lead, I felt an unavoidable, murderous intent the moment I saw her.
Xie Changhui took my hand. “Shaohua, wake up. Think about who you are.”
Who am I? I am a daughter of the Song Family, the child of a founding official, and a future female general. I am certainly not some tool meant to spend my life plotting and fighting against others.
The Empress Is Pregnant
I am the Empress.
The Emperor wished to take my maid as a concubine, claiming that any child she bore would be recorded under my name.
Later, the imperial physician informed me that I had been pregnant for a month.
I said to the Emperor, “In consideration of your many years without an heir, I shall have this child recorded under your name.”
Submission
Because of a bet, Jing Shaochuan lost me to his twin brother.
I acted as if I knew nothing and spent a night of reckless entanglement with his brother.
The next day, I blushed and asked Jing Shaochuan to buy some ointment for me.
“Where are you feeling unwell?” He frowned slightly, his voice deep and cold.
I murmured softly, “You were too rough last night. You hurt me.”
Jing Shaochuan froze visibly.
I took a step forward, hugging him gently and intentionally acting sweet and spoiled.
“But, you were so different last night compared to how you usually are… I really liked it, though.”
Bamboo Heart
Young General Yan was having a spat with the girl who held his heart.
During the night banquet, he had hidden a stem of Evening Magnolia.
He declared that whoever found that flower would become the General’s Wife.
The noble ladies all turned their heads, scanning the room to see where the Evening Magnolia had landed. I remained silent.
I simply used my foot to quietly kick away the flower lying behind my seat.
A moment later, Yan Ci’s nonchalant voice rang out. “I wonder which lady has picked up my flower?”
Phoenix Descends
Both my younger half-sister and I were bound to a Palace Struggle Points Shop.
She used hers to exchange for peerless beauty, a captivating singing voice, and extraordinary dancing skills.
I, on the other hand, exchanged mine for the loyalty of generals, the allegiance of virtuous scholars, and the submission of merchant guilds.
Later, my sister became the Noble Consort, enjoying unrivaled favor. She came to my palace to flaunt her power, saying, “Sister, your palace is truly desolate. I’m afraid His Majesty the Emperor has already forgotten you ever existed.”
I offered a faint smile. “The less His Majesty the Emperor remembers me, the better.”
That way, my intention to replace him would not be exposed too soon.
Du Ruo’s Fragrance Remains
When the Crown Prince ascended the throne, he installed his Crown Prince’s Secondary Consort as the Empress.
The reason was simple.
It was written in the Destiny Book that his first Empress would die from a hail of arrows piercing her heart.
On the day the imperial decree for the installation was issued, my elder sister-the Crown Princess Shen Chengyun-entered my palace with a beaming smile and gave a rather sloppy bow.
“This consort offers her congratulations to the Empress.”
She leaned in close, her bright red lips curling into a venomous sneer.
“Shen Ruoruo, you’d better cherish these few days of luxury. Don’t get too ahead of yourself, though. If you do anything to upset me… well, whether you receive an honorable posthumous title after you die will be entirely up to me.”
“Is that so?”
I took a step back and spoke in a low, steady voice.
“Then Sister had better make sure she doesn’t die before I do.”
Rebel? Me? I’m Only Four!
A Little Spirit Mushroom has been reborn as a human-weak, pitiful, and recently orphaned with no home to call her own.
To get a bite to eat, a place to stay, and to settle her karmic debts, the Little Spirit Mushroom diligently (not really) became the personal maid of a powerful patron.
When her master worked, she slept. When her master had pastries, she stole them. When her master drank tea, she tasted it first. When her master was targeted by assassins, she was the first to run.
The Little Spirit Mushroom successfully annoyed her master and was punished with reflection against a wall.
But later, her master couldn’t bear to punish her anymore.
Finally, through her efforts, her patron helped her complete her revenge.
Her mission accomplished, the Little Mushroom prepared to retire, secretly asking her master to grant her a small territory where she could live out her days in peace.
However, once the Little Mushroom grew up, her master dragged her off to become the Empress.
The Little Mushroom sighed; being an Empress was even harder than being a mushroom.
Infinite Flow: He Is Beautiful, It’s a Pity He Has a Mouth
[BL + Infinite Flow + Supernatural + Crack + HE]
Before he died, Qiao Yu had a boyfriend. Their relationship was the kind of earth-shattering, legendary romance that everyone knew about-the type where they swore that not even the mountains crumbling or the heavens and earth merging would part them.
They survived the seven-year itch, and just as they were about to meet the parents and step into the halls of marriage, his big, handsome boyfriend suddenly vanished!
Vanished, in the literal sense. No body, no trace, nothing.
Faced with the world’s mockery, Qiao Yu continued to eat, drink, and sleep as usual. Then, a year later, he was hit by a car and died.
Qiao Yu finally believed it: flaunt your love, and you’ll die fast.
After an unknown amount of time, he woke up and suddenly became ‘Qiao Yu.’
Perhaps the reboot process was a bit glitchy, because he was inexplicably dragged into an escape live stream-the kind where people actually died.
And then… that boyfriend of his, who had been classified as a missing person, was standing right in front of him, shamelessly trying to hold his hand.
Qiao Yu: “Piss off.”
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During a boss rampage in the Live Stream Room, Qiao Yu gouged out his own eyeball and, with a face covered in blood, scared the boss into fleeing for its life.
A hand suddenly pulled back the arrogantly laughing Qiao Yu: “Stop messing around. My heart can’t take it.”
Qiao Yu immediately popped his eyeball back in: “Then should I rub it for you?”
“Come on then. Whoever doesn’t rub it is a grandson!”
Qiao Yu: “Grandpa.”
“…Shut up!”
A mischievous S who values money over his life vs. a G who thinks everyone in the world is trash except for himself and Qiao Yu.
Innocent Childhood
The Crown Prince had always been generous.
When we were four years old, I noticed his body had one more piece of equipment than mine.
I told him I wanted one too.
He pulled down his trousers and was just about to snip off half to share with me when the palace servants discovered us. That year, I nearly passed away at the age of four.
And he nearly became Nine Thousand Years Old.
Hating the Bright Moon
I was born cold-blooded.
When my mother died, I stood by her bedside without shedding a single tear.
In the front courtyard, lanterns and streamers were being hung to celebrate my father’s concubine’s birthday.
“Yuntan,” my mother said, “you are just like your father.”
A dying person always carries a certain air of decay.
She stared up at the canopy of her bed and sighed again.
“It is better to be like him… the heartless… always live longer…”
“Do not be like me, trapped in the word ‘love’ for a lifetime. It was a mistake…”
My mother was a loser her entire life.
I never expected that years later, the most reputable and upright gentleman in the capital, Xie Yijue, the Heir to Duke Zhenguo, would come to my door to ask for my hand in marriage.
He had one condition: He wanted to take my younger half-sister, Ji Zhi, into his household alongside me.