Ancient China
Glittering Light
In the year of severe famine, Mother took me to Prince Zhong’s Mansion, a place so distantly related it could hardly be called kin, to seek charity.
We came back with eighty taels of silver and a cart of grain, which we shared with the villagers.
In exchange, the whole village was abuzz with rumors.
The villagers gossiped that she had traded her chastity for grain. After my father divorced her, she hanged herself with a hemp rope, swaying there with her eyes open.
Later, after Prince Zhong’s Mansion fell, the Little Commandery Princess from the mansion, who had once given me a Golden Phoenix, was kidnapped and sold into the brothels.
I pretended to redeem her, then robbed her of her last few pieces of silver.
People-aren’t they all like that?
Palace Elegy
I am an old palace maid.
I have spent thirty-five full years in this deep palace.
The Chinese parasol tree before Qingliang Hall flourishes year after year, while I grow older with each passing year.
In this lifetime, I have seen the young and inexperienced Consort Zhen pass away, the Consort Yu in the prime of her beauty pass away, and even the white-haired Empress pass away.
They all died in the bloom of youth, crushed beneath the weight of imperial power.
Within these deep palace walls, how many beautiful women’s skeletons lie buried?
The Mistress of the House
After rescuing my young nephew from the water, I went to the east wing to change my clothes.
But my brother-in-law, Zhao Hong, chose that exact moment to shove the door open and barge in, forcing me into a marriage with him as his second wife.
On the night before the wedding, my legitimate mother personally brought me a bowl of Sterilization Decoction.
I pushed the bowl away and looked up at her. “If you dare force me to drink it, the first thing I’ll do is make sure the Zhao Family has no descendants. Do you believe me?”
My legitimate mother flew into a rage and immediately went to complain to Zhao Hong.
Zhao Hong sneered. “Scheming women like her aren’t fit to bear my children.”
My eight-year-old nephew shouted too,
“Bad woman! You’re not fit to be my mother!”
I looked at Zhao Hong. “Since I’m not fit to bear your children, then don’t come to my bed.”
“From now on, the child’s food, clothing, lodging, schooling, future prospects, and dignity in front of the nobles… none of it has anything to do with me.”
“If my lord thinks I’m so scheming, perhaps he should raise the child himself.”
Before I transmigrated here, I worked in HR at a major tech company.
Aside from competence, the job also required knowing how to spot workplace PUA when you saw it.
What More Could a Captive Husband Ask For?
In the second year after my husband took a mistress, I heard a voice:
“A man who won’t behave? Break his legs, and won’t he behave then?”
I had spent two years in the Buddhist shrine, chanting sutras day after day, trying to cleanse myself of my sins.
But I could never understand what my sins were.
Everyone in the Ling Family blamed me for being unable to keep my husband.
Being childless was a sin. Being jealous was a sin.
That voice had to be guidance from heaven.
At last, I understood. If his legs were broken, he would no longer be able to leave.
So when Ling Xu came to the Buddhist shrine once again to ask whether I agreed to let his mistress enter the household,
I snapped the candle off the candlestick and drove the copper spike into his leg.
Moonlight on My Heart: My Best Friend Is Overpowered
The man I secretly loved was the legitimate princess’s fiancé.
I was the unfavored Seventh Princess, and the fiancé bestowed upon me was a drunken libertine who gambled, kept concubines, and maintained a mistress outside his estate.
But that was all right.
My best friend had the ultimate cheat code.
A Mountain in Bloom
In my last life, I saved He Yan, the young master of a marquis manor.
He took me as his wife, and for a time, our marriage was the talk of Shangjing.
But I had been born and raised in the countryside.
My manners were crude, and my reputation gradually soured.
He Yan, too, slowly grew distant from me.
I wept day after day, and before I even reached thirty, I died in misery.
Given a second chance, I swore I would never live that way again.
Only, after eating wild greens for three days straight, I realized I simply could not let go of the marquis manor’s soy-braised pork knuckle, sticky rice chicken, crab roe lion’s head meatballs, scallion-fried lamb…
Spring Heart Stirred
After winning the war, I entered the capital, and the Old Emperor asked what reward I wanted.
I pointed at the handsome man in purple robes and a golden belt standing in the hall. “I beg Your Majesty to grant me a marriage. I am carrying his child, and he promised he would marry me!”
The elderly eunuch beside the emperor hurriedly tried to stop me. “General, mind your words. This is the Second Prince.”
A faint, languid voice sounded behind me. “Whose child are you carrying?
“Isn’t your belly full of roast duck, roast chicken, candied hawthorn, red bean pastries, dried sweet potatoes…”
I turned to look, only to find that the handsome man who had just spoken looked exactly like the Second Prince.
I made a split-second decision and cupped my fists toward His Majesty. “If that one won’t marry me, this one will do!”
The elderly eunuch was beside himself with panic. “My dear ancestor, this is the Crown Prince!”
The Ruthless Imperial Consort
Chapter 0
I am a Noble Consort, and I can hear the Emperor’s thoughts.
In my previous life, I followed those thoughts and fulfilled his every wish.
I thought I would climb the ranks and maybe even snag the seat of Empress for myself.
In the end, the Emperor turned out to be the worst kind of bastard.
He rejected every kindness offered to him and insisted on courting disaster, falling in love with a Fisher Girl outside the palace.
Against all opposition, he made her Empress.
And because he feared I would harm his Empress, he had me sentenced to death in advance.
After being reborn and hearing the Emperor’s thoughts again,
I leaked the information to my sworn enemies.
[His Majesty breaks out in hives whenever he eats lychees.]
[His Majesty plans to punish your family.]
[His Majesty cannot stop praising your younger sister.]
Consort An and Consort Shu were stunned.
“Sister, what should I do? Please, Sister, hurry and think of something!”
It Seems Only I’m Focused on Palace Intrigue
Ever since I was little, I was determined to become the Head of the Six Palaces.
So I married the Crown Prince and fought for the position of Empress, until I was only one step away from my goal.
All I had to do was outlive the sickly Empress currently sitting in that seat.
Of course, aside from the Empress, I still had other rivals: Consort De, Zhaoyi Zeng, Jieyu Yao…
Diligently, I crushed dissent. Conscientiously, I built my own faction. Day and night, I colluded with officials at court. One after another, I brought down every consort in the harem who dared stand against me, until at last I became the most powerful woman in the world.
I was selfish, calculating, and vicious.
But on his deathbed, the Emperor held my hand and said gently, “All these years, you worked hard.”
The Ballad of Fu Yin
After the Qin Family was confiscated, Qin Shuyu’s place as Crown Princess fell to me.
The Crown Prince could not bear to see his childhood sweetheart reduced to an official courtesan. After much maneuvering on his part, Qin Shuyu transformed overnight into a maid in the Crown Prince’s study, serving him with sleeves of red and the scent of ink.
As his lawful wife, I naturally had the magnanimity to tolerate others. I had no intention of making things difficult for her.
But on the night of our wedding, just as the Crown Prince was about to consummate the marriage with me, a bleak, mournful flute melody suddenly sounded outside the hall.
When the song ended, Qin Shuyu’s shattered voice drifted in after it:
“The past is a heartbroken poem; I pine for you, my lord, yet you never know.”