Ancient China
The Difficult Mistress
Marrying Zhao Yunyan, Duke Wei, was hardly a joyous occasion.
He had a cherished concubine, an understanding childhood sweetheart who knew his heart.
He also had a red rose who had once saved his life, a woman he kept outside the manor in a relationship no one could quite explain.
One had accompanied him through childhood; the other had dazzled him in his youth.
No matter how one looked at it, there was no place left for me, his lawful wife.
Mother wept and said I was too simple and straightforward by nature, that I would never be able to warm my husband’s heart.
How was I supposed to live like that?
I comforted her.
I did not seek true love, nor would I harm any concubine.
If I held on to my dignity and cherished myself, how could I not live well?
The Earth Master Girl: The Forbidden Curse of the Ancient Tomb
A plague had infected the entire city.
Everyone was suffering from a persistent high fever, gradually losing their ability to work.
I, however, posted on Weibo: “Doesn’t matter. I’ll take care of it.”
The next second, I was dragged onto the trending searches and bombarded with insults.
What they didn’t know was that I was the sole Earth Master successor, and the one who started this plague in the first place.
The Earth Master Girl: The Search for the Sun-Returning Herb
I am the sole Earth Master successor. While leading a group of elderly wealthy businessmen to Xiangxi to treat their corpse poison, we were kidnapped and dragged deep into the mountains.
The villagers forced us to work the fields, but they had no idea that after the sun went down, the things that came for us weren’t human at all.
The Embroidered Tower’s Horror
In Jiangnan, the Shen Family possessed a secret technique passed down through generations: the ability to embroider a person’s final appearance before they died.
For thirty years, my father embroidered for the powerful and elite, never once making a mistake.
That was until he died in his embroidery room, and on the Death Portrait before him-depicting a face bleeding from every orifice-was me.
The Emperor Brought Back My Illegitimate Daughter from Jiangnan
The Emperor brought a beauty back from Jiangnan and declared his intention to make her his Empress.
I adamantly refused.
“Empress Dowager, why? She and I share such a striking resemblance; it’s a sign we’re meant to be!”
You have the nerve to say that? You’ve gone and dug up the illegitimate daughter I hid so far away!
The Empress Hated Me for a Lifetime
The day she died, a heavy snowfall blanketed the capital, sealing the city gates.
When the eunuch came to report the news, I was drinking in Noble Consort Liu’s palace.
I simply said, “Understood.”
It wasn’t until that cup of plum blossom wine-the one meant for our reconciliation-seared through my chest that I finally understood.
She had waited ten years, but she was never waiting for me to have a change of heart. She was waiting for me to die with her.
The Empress Is Pregnant
I am the Empress.
The Emperor wished to take my maid as a concubine, claiming that any child she bore would be recorded under my name.
Later, the imperial physician informed me that I had been pregnant for a month.
I said to the Emperor, “In consideration of your many years without an heir, I shall have this child recorded under your name.”
The False Princess
Two years after my daughter’s death, I traveled to the capital.
The people there asked me, “Who are you looking for?”
I replied, “I am looking for my child’s father. His name is Shen Zhao.”
Everyone laughed. They said Shen Zhao was the capital’s premier noble scion.
“He is Princess Xunyang’s Prince Consort now,” they said. “How could someone like you harbor such delusions?”
I laughed, too.
Good. Because the one I intend to kill is precisely the Prince Consort.
The Frog Princess
In the Fifth Year of Taiyuan, at the Start of Summer, a princess died in the Beiliang Royal Palace.
And a toad.
Anping was that unfortunate princess.
And I was that unfortunate toad.
Fortunately, since her death, I have become her.
The Last Bride of Shen Mansion
I married into an ancient manor. My husband was handsome and gentle, spending every day personally selecting hairpins and picking out dresses for me.
Later, I discovered the manor’s secret, and my eyes welled with tears of terror.
He said, “You’re trembling. It’s not because you’re afraid of me, is it?”
“It’s alright. You just haven’t adjusted yet. I’ll teach you, slowly…”