Tragedy
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.
Fragrant Grass Year After Year
On the day of my hairpin ceremony, my brother-in-law, tipsy from wine, barged into my room.
That same night, my mouth was gagged and I was taken to the Marquis’s Mansion.
My legitimate elder sister told me she could not bear children and needed to borrow my womb.
A year later, I gave birth to a son.
My legitimate elder sister brought me to the Bamboo Garden, where four old maids covered my mouth and buried me in a pit they had dug long before.
Before I died, I kept wondering what the point had been of someone like me coming into this world.
But I never imagined that I would be dug up again.
The person who found me was small and thin, yet he staggered along with me on his back for ten miles.
He covered me with the only clothing he had and gave me a chance to live.
An old man took me in. From that day on, I changed my name and became someone else.
Five years later, my wonton shop opened in Capital City, and I happened to run into my legitimate elder sister and her family being sold off.
She begged me to save her son.
But I pointed to the young man kneeling off to the side and said, “I’ll only save him.”
Coward
I married a man three years my senior, and everyone said he was head over heels for me.
But not long after our wedding, he cheated.
He smoked, he drank, he got into fights, and he even kissed other women right in front of my face.
He did everything I hated most.
Duan Yi took a drag from his cigarette, looking down at me through hooded eyes. “What? Regretting it now?” Clutching the divorce papers in my hand, I took the glowing, red-hot cherry of his cigarette and ground it hard into his palm.
“Duan Yi, you ruined me. You should have died back when you loved me most.”
Duan Yi acted as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world, his shoulders shaking with laughter. “That actually hurts.”
Picking Mulberries
In the third month after our wedding, Shao Zhi took me back to Luoyang to pay respects to his clansmen. Along the way, he carefully explained the web of interests within his clan.
When he mentioned his eldest brother, his face filled with pride.
“My eldest brother is a very good man. He taught me riding and archery himself! ”
Now he serves in Luoyang as the Central Army Commander.
He is the one we are going to meet today.
” I hated Luoyang. There, someone had once forced me to drink a ladle of water from the Luo River and swear an oath: from then on, we would each marry another and never disturb each other again. Clutching the konghou in my arms, I only lowered my head and tried to refuse. ”
Ah Zhi, I was once a music courtesan.
I fear I might sully your honored brother’s eyes and ears.
It would be better if I did not meet him…
” Shao Zhi gathered me into his arms with pity and held my hand, telling me not to worry. ”
He won’t mind. I’ll secretly tell you a bit of gossip about my brother.
Before he married my sister-in-law, he once turned the whole world upside down over a music courtesan who played the konghou.
Later, afraid my sister-in-law would grow jealous, he forced that courtesan to drink from the Luo River and swear that they would each marry another and never disturb each other again.
“Besides, you are my wife now, and you play a fine twenty-three-string konghou. For my sake, my brother is sure to like you.”
Poison Doctor
Elder Sister was a physician.
After she treated the Noble Consort, the Emperor praised her for having a “miraculous touch.”
Consumed by jealousy, the Noble Consort had Elder Sister’s hands severed.
She smiled and said, “I hear Doctor Song’s medical skills are peerless. In that case, heal your own stumps.”
She denied Elder Sister water and medicine, watching as she slowly succumbed to the agonizing pain.
Six years later, the Noble Consort contracted a strange illness that left her wishing for death.
I stepped forward and reported, “There is one person in this world who can cure this ailment.”
Hope flared in the Noble Consort’s eyes. “Bring this divine physician here at once! I will pay any price!”
I shook my head with regret. “Six years ago, Your Ladyship killed her with your own hands.”
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.
A Floating World in the Boudoir
The world says I have been blessed with a charmed life.
My father is a first-rank official, and my mother hails from a prestigious, noble clan.
Both of my elder brothers serve in the imperial court, and all three of my elder sisters have married into high-ranking families.
Since childhood, I have been draped in the finest silks and fed the rarest delicacies from jade platters.
Even the trifles I play with on a whim are worth enough to sustain an ordinary family for half a lifetime.
Yet, outsiders see only the surface of my tapestry-like life.
They do not understand that greatness brings its own burdens. Within these embroidered curtains and silken screens, schemes lie hidden at every turn.
Between the golden chalices and jade chopsticks, murderous intent flashes when least expected.
A single misstep is all it takes to fall into the bottomless abyss.
On the Day of Our Divorce, His Last Letter Arrived
On the final day of the divorce cooling-off period, I waited for Yuan Shiyu at the Civil Affairs Bureau for three hours.
The person who eventually arrived wasn’t him; instead, it was a hospital representative delivering a critical condition notice and a last letter.
Everyone thought he had finally agreed to let me go. Only I knew that the first sentence of that letter read: Wantang, I’m sorry, I really can’t make it this time.
Ex-Boyfriend’s Little White Dog
It was the fourth year of my relationship with Tong Yuen.
The harshest words I had ever heard came from his mother.
“Two men together-how are you supposed to get married and have children?”
“Don’t ruin him.”
“He was perfectly normal before he met you.”
“Mr. Fu, you’re not a child anymore. Have some sense.”
Finally, enduring the pain, I broke up with him.
But Tong Yuen spent the entire night huddled outside my door.
He tried to force the Little White Dog he had sewn together, stitch by stitch, into my hands.
When I rejected him again, he finally broke down in tears.
“Gege, you don’t want the Little White Dog… and you don’t want me anymore either?”
Apricot Blossoms in Spring Rain
When seven-year-old Linzhi watches her licentiate father bring home Xingdi, a disgraced quanzao maid meant to cook by day and warm his bed at night, she sees two very different women discover that obedience will never protect them.
After lust, cruelty, and a child’s preventable death bind Xu Tingyu, Xingdi, and Linzhi together, they turn the rules of a patriarchal household against the man who owns their lives—and set an exquisitely patient revenge in motion.
But killing one tyrant cannot free women from a world built to strip them of property, names, and futures, so mother, aunt, and daughter must risk everything to claim a life their laws refuse to grant them.