2026

When Lu Zheng was poisoned with an aphrodisiac, I spent a night as his wife to repay his kindness.

The Lu family was wealthy and powerful.

I was afraid people would think I meant to attach myself to them.

Before daybreak, I slipped out of the army camp and went south to start a small business.

I next heard news of Lu Zheng six years later.

While buying wine at the market, I heard that disaster had struck the Lu family.

Lu Zheng had been thrown into the imperial prison, and no one knew whether he was alive.

I wanted to take five-year-old Ke to see him, just once.

The Lu estate had already been confiscated.

After searching far and wide, I finally found the old marquis and his wife, both white-haired now, in a ruined temple outside the capital.

On the table before the Buddha lay a farewell letter and two bowls of thin rice gruel laced with arsenic.

The old marquis sighed and told me not to dissuade them.

“Even if we cling to life, they will still humiliate us.

We will only be a burden to our son.”

Looking at the elderly couple, so determined to die, I gave Ke a gentle nudge.

“Ke, say hello to your grandfather and grandmother.”

My husband found my long-lost cousin in a brothel, dying of a venereal disease.

She took one look at my happy life and decided I had stolen it from her.

I was never an impostor: my mother had given me to my grieving aunt in adoption when I was five.

For nine years, I had been made to soothe a woman who resented my happiness.

Now my husband expected me to sacrifice myself for my cousin too.

I was done paying for everyone else’s guilt.

This time, I would take what they owed me—and leave with my daughter.

The emperor brought a woman back from Jiangnan and announced that he would make her a consort.

Every high-ranking consort in the palace came from a great aristocratic clan.

No common-born woman had ever been granted that rank.

Noble Consort Lu led the women of the imperial harem in kneeling outside Taiji Hall, their faces bare and their hairpins removed, to force the emperor to rescind his decree.

I alone came dressed in all my finery and bowed gracefully before the furious emperor.

“On behalf of the Li clan of Longxi, I petition Your Majesty to make Lady Yao your consort.”

By the time Mother found me and brought me back to the palace, I was a farm girl.

My every gesture betrayed my lack of breeding.

People laughed at me.

She already had a brood of children, each precious as gold and jade.

She could scarcely be bothered to glance at me, while the girl who had taken my place was the darling of her heart.

Later, Mother went from empress to sovereign.

She simply sent me to a bitterly cold fief and left me to fend for myself.

After several years of frontier winds, just as my heart was giving up hope, an imperial edict arrived.

Mother commanded me to return to the palace and fulfill my duties as a loyal subject and a dutiful daughter.

But I already knew she was merely short of a princess to marry off for peace.

My subordinate was so excited that he sprayed spittle as he spoke.

“My lady, this summons gives us every right to return.

We will never have a better chance.”

For the first time, I did not tell him to be quiet.

When I was ten, I saved a boy covered in blood.

With reddened eyes, he swore to serve me all his life.

When rebellion swept the palace in my twentieth year, he shot me down outside the city, and a thousand arrows pierced my heart.

The last thing I saw was him tenderly covering the eyes of the woman beside him, afraid the sight of blood would frighten her.

Only after I was reborn did I learn the truth.

He should have been my most loyal subject.

But someone else had taken my place and saved him.

I was an emperor.

Now I have become another emperor.

But this one has made a miserable job of it.

The crown princess is sleeping with the imperial tutor in the Eastern Palace.

My daughter is imprisoned and humiliated in her own residence by her husband.

Even my favorite niece has been judged by the country-bred heir to the Marquis of Xuanyang: “Fit only for a concubine, never a wife.”

Well.

You are all remarkably brave.

How about we find out how sharp my executioner’s blade is?

Bai Nianqiu transmigrates into a Mary Sue novel as its vicious supporting character. To stay alive, she casts herself as a pitiful girl suffering from unrequited love for the villain.

Neither the eighteen-year-old Yu Qi nor his twenty-six-year-old self could ever have imagined that one day, he would fall so completely for someone that desire would make a slave of him.

As a teenager, the aloof, sensitive Yu Qi catches her chin in his hand. Right in front of her fiance, the novel’s male lead, he says, with a casualness that leaves no room for argument, “Kiss me.”

And once he regains the memories of his darker self: “Jealous? What’s that? Love me or die. Your choice.”

Bai Nianqiu: Not even death can keep us apart.

The third time my parents came to order me to pay my brother’s gambling debts, I tossed a dagger onto the ground.

“Fine.

One finger for a thousand taels.”

As they had so many times before, they cursed and lunged to beat me.

A guard caught them by the backs of their necks and pinned them to the ground.

I raised an eyebrow.

The guard kindly taught them to kowtow.

“Repeat after me—We greet Her Highness, the noble consort.”

My husband brought home his “true love” and insisted on taking her as a concubine.

Tears of emotion filled my eyes as I clasped his true love’s hand and refused to let go.

“How could I possibly let you settle for being a concubine?

You can have my place as his lawful wife!

“Why don’t we make it a one-stop affair today—divorce for me, wedding for you!”

There was no time to waste.

The imperial decree ordering the confiscation of the family estate was already on its way!

When my elder sister tossed her embroidered ball to choose a husband, it split in two.

The heir to the Marquis of Yongning and young General Xie each caught half.

Neither would give way.

They even came to blows, setting the whole city talking.

In the end, my sister had no choice but to push me forward.

“My little sister is beautiful and gentle, and bears a strong resemblance to me.”

“General Xie, marry her and think of me when you look at her.

Please, don’t make this harder for me.”

In my last life, Xie Chenzhou had married me unwillingly.

He despised me and never so much as touched me.

I gave as good as I got, with cold, mocking words.

“My sister simply didn’t want you.

Stop flattering yourself.”

“She’s already showing, and you still haven’t let her go.”

And so we spent our whole lives bickering, loathing the sight of each other.

Now I had another life.

And I was back on the day my sister tossed her ball to choose a husband.