Ancient China
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.”
The Palace Walls
“I’m going to be the Empress someday!”
Ten-year-old Song Weiwei stood on a dirt slope facing the imperial city in the distance, shouting those words with all the swagger she could muster.
As for me, I sat on a dirt mound with my chin propped in my hand, speechless.
“Song Weiwei, you still haven’t paid back the two copper coins you owe me.”
Song Weiwei turned around and rapped me on the forehead.
“What’s the rush? Have you ever seen an Empress who welshes on her debts?”
She hopped down from the slope and turned to coax me.
“Just think about it, Du Zeyi. If I become the Empress, you’d be my sister. You can have anything you want. Why worry about those two copper coins?”
As if becoming the Empress of a nation could be that easy.
I muttered under my breath, rubbed my forehead, and raised my voice. “My mother’s calling me home for dinner!”
Then I slipped away as fast as I could.
Leaving only Song Weiwei behind, stamping her feet in exasperation.
After Becoming a Concubine, I Drove My Whole Family Crazy
I was fighting someone in the street when Young Madam took a liking to me on the spot.
She gave me fifty taels of silver and asked if I was willing to become her husband’s concubine.
They say a debt of recognition should be repaid with one’s body. Fair enough.
But was this really the way to repay it?
Still, I was desperately short on silver, so I gritted my teeth and agreed.
Only after entering the manor did I learn that my husband was introverted, my mother-in-law was tyrannical, and my sister-in-law was insufferably arrogant.
Young Madam hadn’t bought me back to serve anyone at all.
She had brought me into this family to be King Yan.
Osmanthus
My young mistress was a transmigrator.
She declared arranged marriage unacceptable and ruined the match between me and the childhood sweetheart I had hoped to marry.
Then she insisted that women should not be trapped inside the home and forced me to enlist with her.
We became separated from our unit and stranded in a vast desert without water.
I risked my life to obtain two barrels of water from desert bandits and repeatedly warned her to ration it.
While I slept, she used every drop to wash her hair and bathe.
I died of thirst, while she emerged spotless and was rescued by the passing Crown Prince.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day she first tried to persuade me to enlist.
Empress of My Own Making
In a secret chamber beneath my imperial father’s former residence, I found a breathtaking woman who claimed to be my birth mother.
She told me my true father was the deposed crown prince who had died long ago in the old capital.
The realm, she said, should have been mine.
But when I finally took the throne, she went mad.
Where Plum Blossoms Meet Bamboo
My mother waited for my father her entire life.
Even when illness confined her to her deathbed, she never got the snowy stroll among plum blossoms he had promised her.
So when Second Young Master Cui and I took a liking to each other, I told him I would wait for him only three times.
The first would honor the joy of our meeting.
The second would honor the bond of truly knowing one another.
The third would honor the love we had shared.
After the third, our ties would be severed, and we would have nothing more to do with each other for the rest of our lives.
Second Young Master Cui agreed with a smile, saying that such a fine match was a blessing from Heaven and that he would never dare cast good fortune away.
Later, he rescued a young woman.
For her sake, he made me wait again and again.
The final time, he sent word that our wedding would be postponed and that we could discuss it again after he had safely brought the young woman back.
I gave a cold laugh and asked, “Whether I marry, and whom I marry, is no concern of yours, Young Master Cui.”
The wedding went ahead as planned after that.
Only the groom had changed.
Anyone who tried to steal my betrothed was certainly detestable.
But anyone who tried to steal Cui Zhaoyu’s bride was, in my eyes, utterly adorable.
Everyone Loves Lin Wanrou
Lin Wanrou was twenty-four this year, an old maiden who still had not married.
Madam Lin’s standards for a son-in-law had fallen from imperial kin to any promising young talent with ambition.
She refused to believe that, with the Grand General’s influence, she could not raise up one dragon among men as her son-in-law.
Lin Wanrou did not want to marry. She would rather stay at home for the rest of her life.
The Queen Returns Home
The enemy army pressed against the border. To humiliate our dynasty, the Xiqing Tribe specifically demanded that the Empress be sent for a political marriage.
In the court, the Emperor resolutely defied the majority opinion and was determined to protect me.
I pondered all night. This was the land my beloved had sworn to defend to the death. This was my home, my roots. I could not run away.
Outside the Capital gate, I questioned him:
“Three years ago, when the enemy army was outside Yuezhou City, didn’t Pei Yu send you six urgent requests for reinforcements?”
“Xiao Jince, why didn’t you send troops?”
I Saw Qingwu
When my elder sister was preparing to marry Marquis Ding’an,
she caught the eye of the Crown Prince.
Our entire family was overjoyed.
To give the marquis’s household an explanation, they pushed me out in her place on the day of the wedding.
After we were married, Marquis Ding’an despised me.
Again and again, he mocked me to my face:
“Crude and vulgar. You don’t compare to your sister in the slightest.”
“You can’t even read an account book. Astonishingly stupid.”
I felt wronged too. I smashed my rouge and powder at him and cursed,
“My sister is the Crown Princess now. If you’re so capable, go steal her back, you coward!”
And so we spent our entire lives at each other’s throats.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to when I was sixteen and not yet married.
My elder sister looked at me with smiling eyes and coaxed,
“Little sister, would you like to marry into the marquis’s household and become the Marchioness?”
My Husband Is the Living Rulebook of the Ministry of Rites
The night I married Pei Guanli, I cried so hard I soaked half my bridal veil.
Not because I didn’t want to marry him, but because everyone in the capital knew that Pei Guanli was more upright and proper than the ancestral tablets in a shrine.
He oversaw ceremonial protocols at the Ministry of Rites and revised the dynasty’s statutes and rites.
If a family used the wrong ritual vessels at a wedding, he could remember it for three years.
If someone wailed one time too many at a funeral, he could submit a memorial impeaching them straight to the emperor.
As the daughter of a merchant family from Jiangnan, this was exactly the sort of man I feared most.
Before my mother sent me into the bridal sedan, she clutched my hands and cried even harder than I did.
“Ah Ning, once you reach the Pei Family, speak less, smile less, and eat less.”
I asked, “Why eat less?”
Choking back sobs, my mother said, “Noble young ladies in the capital eat as delicately as if they’re painting flowers. You eat three bowls in one sitting. You’ll give yourself away too easily.”
I paused, suddenly feeling that before this marriage had even reached the bridal chamber, I had already lost on appetite alone.