Ancient China
Marrying the Sickly Eunuch
The world says that Cheng Xiu, the Director of the Eastern Depot, is sinister, cruel, treacherous, and ruthless.
The world is right.
I have always been competitive to a fault. When my elder sister from the legal wife fainted, I shoved the Regent Prince aside and carried her back to her chambers myself.
When my elder sister from a concubine fell into the water, I outstripped the Young Marquis to rescue her and bring her to shore.
When the Second Prince was about to win at pitch-pot, I fired two arrows simultaneously into the ears of the pot, snatching first place for myself.
At a palace banquet, Zhao Wangjian-who grew up with me-bet that I wouldn’t dare kick the Neighboring Country Prince in the backside. I laughed; there was nothing in this world I didn’t dare to do. I followed the prince into a small grove, but when I woke up, I was lying beneath Cheng Xiu.
He asked if I wanted to marry him.
Who would have thought? It turns out there actually is something in this world I don’t dare to do.
Mengyu
Mengyu was the last daughter of the Gu Family still waiting to be wed. Her two older sisters had both married poorly.
One had been wed to a scion of a prominent family who was riddled with venereal disease.
The other had married a rising star from a humble background who favored his concubines and mistreated his wife.
When it was finally her turn, the prospects were even worse.
She was bound by a betrothal made back when the Gu Family had yet to find success-a childhood engagement to a poor scholar.
With a fierce mother-in-law, a spiteful sister-in-law, and a spineless husband awaiting her, even Mengyu’s parents felt too ashamed to ask her to go through with it.
Yet, Mengyu spoke with gentle composure. “There is no need for you to be troubled, Mother, Father. From what I can see, all men in this world are the same. What difference does it make who I marry?”
Moonlight in the Forest Stream
For five years, I brought meals to the scholar next door.
When he passed the imperial examinations as Tanhua, he did not come back to marry me.
Others laughed at me for being foolish. Though it hurt, I still waved it off and pretended to be carefree.
Then, one year, Mother was beaten half to death by the principal wife. Clinging to what little old affection remained, I cast aside my dignity and went to beg him.
I begged him to find a way to invite Doctor Dong, the most renowned physician in Shangjing City, to come take a look at her, and to help me obtain some good medicine for my mother.
The scholar advised me with a troubled expression, “It isn’t that I won’t help you. It’s just… how could I possibly interfere in your father’s inner household? I know Mother has been wronged, but as a concubine, how could she never suffer a beating?”
Years later, the scholar was implicated by others and demoted, and came to beg at my door.
By then, I was already Lady Jun, a First-rank Imperial Mandate Lady, not someone ordinary people could meet at will.
People of the time had a saying: Better to offend Lord Zichen than to offend Lady Jun.
I idly picked at the gold foil on my nail guard and said slowly,
“It isn’t that I won’t help you. It’s just… I am only a woman of the inner quarters. How could I possibly have any say in affairs of court? Besides, as an official and a subject, how could one never suffer a grievance?”
Moonlight on Frosted Pines
On the day my only daughter was born, the Marchioness of Zhenbei gave birth to a son in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
At dawn, Shen Chizhou brought me her child and exchanged him for mine.
When I caught him, he merely raised his eyes and said, “The child born of Wan and me must be raised in the palace.”
Song Wan was the great love he had lost in his youth.
Now that she had borne him a child, he meant to make amends to mother and son at any cost.
The cost was my daughter becoming the young lady of the Marquis of Zhenbei’s household.
She went from an exalted imperial princess to the daughter of a mere court official.
After a long silence, I neither wept nor protested.
Instead, I lifted my face and smiled in approval.
“As it should be.”
After all, a child ought to be raised beside her real father.
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.
Mother, I’m Just a Pig Butcher
I found an unconscious noblewoman by the river.
One bowl of lard rice a day, and she slowly nursed back to health.
Then one day, a great contingent of Tiger Guards came sweeping in full force to my butcher shop and knelt before the noblewoman: "We humbly request that our mistress return to the marquis's residence!"
The man leading them noticed me standing off to the side, trembling: "And who are you?"
I blurted out in a panic: "This commoner is the third butcher shop south of the city, pig slaugh-"
Before I could finish, the noblewoman clapped her hand over my mouth.
"This is my only daughter, the one I had fostered with my maiden family."
My Dad Took Me to Rebel
My father successfully overthrew the throne, and he didn’t know how best to gloat:
“The Deposed Emperor still has his charms, and the Former Crown Prince is quite the beauty. I bestow them both upon my daughter!”
The father and son were so enraged they spat blood.
I was even more agitated: “Why give them to me? Give them a death sentence!”
My Heart Is a Rock That Cannot Be Moved
When my elder brother returned to the capital after investigating a case, he brought back two Liuxian Skirts, one blue-green and one pink.
He first asked my eldest sister which one she liked.
When it was my turn, my brother smiled gently.
“Pink is delicate, and it suits your complexion too. Do you like it?”
If I didn’t, there would be nothing left for me.
I nodded and took it.
Later, when choosing tutors and selecting study companions, it was always the same.
It was no different on the day we were to choose our husbands.
The Crown Prince won my eldest sister’s hand, looking thoroughly pleased with himself.
The Third Prince was crushed. He pointed at me at random.
“Then the Second Miss it is.”
After we married, the Third Prince regretted it a little.
But he was a good man.
He was willing to hand over management of the household to me, and he took no concubines.
Even when my eldest sister and I fell from our horses on the same day, he was the one who risked his life to save me.
At the very end, he touched my brow bone and let out a long sigh.
“Even if all I can ask for is a resemblance, so be it. In this life, I sought the highest, and in the end got only what was second-best.”
And so, when I was given a second chance at life, at the banquet where husbands were chosen,
I covered my brows and eyes and answered the Third Prince in a muffled voice.
“Yinyin already has someone she loves.”
My Husband Guards His Love, I Forcefully Take Him
On our wedding night, my husband apologized to me.
He said that to defend his true love, I had to take my own life.
“Tell me-poison, a dagger, a noose, or the river? Which do you choose?”
I asked, “Can I choose to die of pleasure?”
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.