Tragedy
Yuanyuan
In my senior year of high school, the school beauty, Song Shuyao, once came to me to borrow money for medical treatment and asked me not to tell anyone.
As it turned out, she used it to get an abortion. She hemorrhaged and died on the operating table of a shady little clinic.
Years later, Lu Jingnian-the untouchable top student everyone had once admired from afar-pursued me obsessively and proposed to me.
Then, when I was eight months pregnant, he locked me in a basement in the suburbs.
He cut open my belly while I was still alive and said, “This is what you owe Yaoyao and our child.”
Only then did I learn that before Song Shuyao died, she had held his hand and told him not to blame me.
But he was convinced I had deliberately killed the woman he loved and their child.
That day, I died under Lu Jingnian’s butcher knife, my eyes wide open in hatred.
Then, carrying a hatred vast enough to drown the heavens, I returned to the day Song Shuyao came to borrow money from me.
The Moon Entwines the West Pavilion
I served at the Empress Dowager’s side for twenty years as her chief palace maid.
Steady, dignified, respected by all.
No one knew.
I had borne two children for the Son of Heaven.
Only on her deathbed did the Empress Dowager discover our secret affair.
She held my hand, seeming to sigh.
“Silly child. You kept this from me for so many years.”
“I will issue an imperial decree at once and have you enter the palace as a consort, so mother and children may be reunited.”
In my previous life, I truly did enter the palace.
But by then, Zhao Xun already had a Noble Consort he cherished above all else.
He favored me for a time, then cast me aside without a second thought.
Even my own children acknowledged another woman as their mother.
Now, reborn into this life,
I no longer wanted to be his consort.
Beside the Empress Dowager’s sickbed,
I kowtowed heavily. “This servant would never dare presume upon imperial favor.”
“I beg the Empress Dowager for mercy. Please allow this servant to leave the palace.”
A Lamp in the Dark
My mother was a farm girl who couldn’t read a single character, yet she still supported my father all the way until he passed the provincial examination.
On the day my father married the Prime Minister’s legitimate daughter, my mother obediently became his equal wife.
My father thought my mother loved him, which made her easy to control.
My father’s principal wife thought my mother, born and raised in the countryside, could never be a match for her.
And so, beneath their contempt, my mother played the fool while hiding her claws, raising me into someone whose worth was beyond measure.
Butterfly Bones
My mom works as a housekeeper for Jiang Chuyi’s family, so I’ve lived in the Jiang Family home since I was little.
Jiang Chuyi is the model student in adults’ eyes.
Top grades, a good personality-he’s a child of heaven.
But the moment he took a knife and slit his own wrist-
I was the only one who saw it.
Spilling Wine to Startle Spring
When the master hosts a banquet, he often has beautiful women serve wine.
If a guest refuses to drink, the beauty is executed on the spot.
Unluckily, I am that unfortunate beauty.
Tonight’s guest of honor is an aloof and distinguished scholar, Yan Xuan.
First cup: he complained the wine was cold and wouldn’t drink. A sword swung, a head fell.
Second cup: he complained the server was vulgar and wouldn’t drink. Blood splattered on the spot.
By the third cup, the serving maid pleaded pitifully, but his expression never changed.
Now it’s my turn to offer wine.
The swordsman beside me sharpened his blade ominously.
I raised my hand and splashed the wine across his face.
“Are you just asking for it?”
The Bet Between Me and God
After I died, my boyfriend’s grief moved God.
God gave me a chance to be reborn, sending me back to my boyfriend in a stranger’s face.
If he fell in love with me again, I could come back to life.
But when I returned to him, he already had a new girlfriend.
The Years I Hated the Most
Because of her physical development, Li Zhuguang was maliciously humiliated and secretly photographed by her classmate Zhang Kang.
Luo Xing, once her only friend, also turned her back on her amid the rumors.
To strike back, Li Zhuguang deliberately got close to Song Wangshu, the top student Luo Xing had a crush on, using Zhang Kang’s jealousy to force him to expose himself.
She then returned the evidence of the secret recordings to each of the victims.
After Zhang Kang was expelled, the off-campus landlord retaliated by planting a pinhole camera in her room.
With help from Luo Xing, Song Wangshu, her teachers, and her classmates, Li Zhuguang finally dragged the malice lurking in the shadows out into the sunlight-and learned to trust the people around her again.
When the Beijing Drifter’s Boyfriend Changed His Heart
In my fifth year of trying to make it in Beijing, my boyfriend cheated on me with an intern.
The other woman posted his massive pay stub online.
The watermark on the image was clear as day.
He was done for.
After the Senior Sister Died, the Master Brought Back a Seductress
After my Senior Sister died, Master brought back a Seductress Spirit.
The Seductress Spirit looked exactly like Senior Sister, only far more alluring.
Seductress Spirits were wanton and wicked by nature. All she had to do was crook a finger, and my senior brothers would slip in and out of her bedchamber night after night.
She had stolen Senior Sister’s face and used it to do every filthy, degrading thing imaginable. I hated her to the bone.
But when I went to kill her, she took out a plum candy and spoke in a voice gentle enough to bewitch me:
“Since I’ve already used this skin, I have to fulfill its original owner’s dying wish.
“Seductress Spirits have their own rules. But do you want to avenge your Senior Sister with your own hands?”
The Returned MP3 Player
While packing my mom’s things, a receipt suddenly slipped out of an old cardboard box.
It read: April 8, 2006. Aigo MP3 player returned and refunded. Goods and payment settled in full. Total: 498 yuan.
I felt as if I’d been plunged into an ice cellar.
The MP3 player I had thought had been lost for twenty years, the MP3 player that became the trigger every time my mom and I fought, had appeared out of nowhere, just like that.
Clutching the receipt, I asked her numbly, “Back then… did you return that MP3 player?”