Aristocracy
The Substitute Empress
On the day I was deposed and consigned to the Cold Palace, Yan Yuheng came personally to see me off.
Before the palace gates were locked, he asked whether I hated him.
I touched the old gold hairpin hidden in my sleeve and smiled. For three years as Empress, I learned to speak like her, to carry myself like her, and to love him the way she once had.
But even as I was dying, he never understood: I was never like Shen Zhaotang. I had only acted too well.
Phoenix Pendant, Winter Heart
It was the fifth year of our engagement, and Meng Cijun still refused to marry me.
The first time he turned me down, he said the King was placing great importance on him, so how could he indulge in the trivialities of love?
That made sense, so I nodded and waited another two years.
The second time he turned me down, he said that since the King had yet to choose a Queen, how could a mere subject like him marry first?
That made me angry. I felt the King was being completely unreasonable-I had waited so long that I was practically an old maid, yet he still wouldn’t allow Meng Cijun to marry me?
Meng Cijun and I had a fight. In a fit of pique, I left home, only to rescue a palace official who was trying to end his life by the river.
One of the girls selected for the draft had run away, and Wang Shiguan was so distressed he was ready to jump into the water.
“If I enter the palace, will I be able to see the King?”
Wang Shiguan looked at my hair, which was not yet pinned up in the style of a married woman, and my youthful face. He nodded with delight.
“Of course! If you find favor, you’ll see the King every single night!”
“Alright then,” I said, nodding as I gathered my skirts and stepped into the carriage.
Once I saw that King, I intended to ask him exactly why he wouldn’t let Meng Cijun marry me.
“Miss, if you leave, how am I supposed to explain this to Master Meng?” Xiao Tao asked, panicked.
I thought about it for a moment, then pulled back the curtain and waved a hand.
“Just tell Meng Cijun that Ah Wu is still mad at him and won’t be coming home for dinner tonight!”
The Little Girl at the Frontier
My Elder Sister and I have been bitter rivals since we were children.
At three, we fought over our mother’s attention; at five, we fought over the little boy across the street.
When we were six, people from the Marquis Manor came to claim her, saying my Elder Sister was their long-lost legitimate daughter who had been taken away as an infant.
I was so furious I didn’t sleep a wink that night. Later, my father-who had been away fighting at war for fifteen years-returned with a promotion and a fortune to take me away as well.
Once I arrived at the General’s Manor, the first thing I did was rush over to the Marquis Manor.
I stood there shouting for Gu Ruan to come out and face her doom, when suddenly, a small head poked out from the entrance.
She had my Elder Sister’s face. She toddled toward me, swaying unsteadily on her feet. “Mother is dead. Auntie, hold me~”
The Truman Brothel
It has been three years since I transmigrated into this brothel.
I have mastered the arts of seduction, and no one knows better than I how to make a man lose his very soul in ecstasy.
But then, I overheard a group of new girls gossiping.
“It’s hilarious. Our Flower Queen really thinks she’s living in ancient times.”
“A refined Female Doctor, tricked into working as a whore for three years. These rich people really know how to have a good time.”
“Do you think she’d go insane if she found out this was all orchestrated by her ‘Young Marquis’?”
“Shh! Every actor who comes in here has signed a life-and-death waiver. Who would dare let her know?”
I froze in place, as if plunged into a pit of ice.
Could it be that these three years of transmigration were nothing more than a scam?
Before I could regain my composure, the Young Marquis’s cold voice suddenly rang out from behind me.
“Fudong, what are you doing here?”
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.
Spring Without Rain
My father had many illegitimate daughters.
Some were brilliantly talented, some were gifted in song and dance, and others possessed breathtaking beauty.
He scoured the world for beauties, siring one little belle after another.
Among them all, his favorite was Xidai.
Consequently, she was the one I hated most.
“She is the most beautiful and has a timid nature. She’ll be the safest choice to accompany you when you marry into the Wang Family,”
Father said, “I am not being partial; I am doing this for your own good.”
But I thought to myself: his actions did not match his words.
From Beaten Bride to Lady of the House
On the day my mother divorced, she held me in her arms and tore down the notice from the Marquis Mansion.
The Marquis Mansion was looking for a successor wife, which also meant finding a stepmother for the Young Heir.
A crowd of young women in the prime of their youth, as beautiful as flowers, stood at the mansion gates. They were waiting for the Old Madam to look them over, hoping to enter the household and live a life of comfort.
My brother and father mocked Mother for her wishful thinking.
“Mother has no shame, trying to remarry at her age while dragging along a burden like my sister.”
“Sang Zhi, do you think the Marquis Mansion taking a wife is like buying someone at the village entrance? Do you think being a successor wife or a stepmother is easy?”
I knew I was the one holding Mother back from remarrying, and I sobbed until I was out of breath. “M-Mother, Tao Tao is a burden. Don’t worry about Tao Tao anymore.”
Mother knelt down, gently wiping away my tears as she comforted me earnestly. “Tao Tao isn’t a burden. Tao Tao is Mother’s most precious treasure.”
Matron Deng, the steward of the Marquis Mansion, held the register and lifted her chin arrogantly. Her sharp eyes coldly swept over the group of anxious, quiet young women. Suddenly, she spotted Mother, who was wiping my tears and speaking in a soft, gentle voice. She gave a nearly imperceptible nod.
“Write her name down as well. She actually looks like a mother.”
This Life for You
I stayed by his side from his impoverished youth until he held the world in his palm.
Yet, I was forced to watch as he elevated my half-sister to the status of equal wife and executed my entire family.
I met a miserable end. Given a second chance at life, I watch as his back bows in defeat, his body trembling with regret.
I burn our marriage contract. I wish him a meteoric rise and a boundless future.
A boundless future, without me.
Princess’s Journey: The Beauty’s Colors Adorn Silk
After my rebirth, my mother held me in her arms, teasing me playfully.
“Jiaojiao, which one of them would you like as your husband?” I looked at my two young elder cousins.
In my past life, one of them killed me, and the other killed my body double. Both were ruthless, predatory men.
If I ever got involved with them again, would I even survive? I couldn’t help but burst into tears.
Clinging to my mother’s neck, I acted spoiled and pleaded, “Mother, I don’t want either of them.” “Then… you shall have both.”
My mother’s expression was one of absolute determination. Me: ??
Princess’s Journey: Graceful and Peaceful
While I was offering prayers to Buddha on the mountain, a young gentleman suddenly intruded upon my solitude.
He apologized, his face flushing a deep crimson.
Yet, I heard his inner thoughts: [I have heard the Princess is kind and benevolent; I wonder if she will blame me.]
[I only ended up in the wrong place because I was trying to escape my eldest brother’s schemes.]
[How should I apologize to make the Princess happy?]
He did not know that I had experienced a dream.
In that dream, I followed the guidance of his inner voice to investigate his claims, only to walk step by step toward a dead end.
In the end, my Imperial Father grew to loathe me, my eldest brother was deposed, and I was drowned in a pond.
Only after my death did I learn that this young gentleman could choose who heard his heart’s voice.
It was by relying on this trick alone that he rose from being an Outer Chamber Son to the legitimate second son of a Marquis’s manor.
Now. I looked at the fair-skinned, red-lipped young gentleman before me, who appeared shy and timid.
I gave him a gentle smile. “Someone, come. For trespassing in the Forbidden Courtyard, give him thirty strokes of the cane.”