Betrayal
Fallen
At the family banquet, my father brought home an illegitimate daughter.
She wore a little formal dress that didn’t quite fit and hid timidly behind him.
“Hello, Sister.” My father patted her on the head.
“Good girl. Your sister has a bad temper, so sit next to Dad.”
As she passed by me, she accidentally stepped on the hem of my dress and tripped in front of everyone.
My father shot me a glare. “She’s your younger sister. Don’t bully her.”
Disobedient Incubi Deserve to Be Destroyed
I paid a fortune to reserve an incubus with advanced skills and excellent stamina, only to receive a defective product named Mo Heng-one who was obsessed with my younger sister and thought I was disgusting.
The brand informed me that disobedient incubus units were never resold; they were destroyed. After I agreed to an exchange, a new high-grade incubus, Jin, came to my side and uncovered the truth: my sister, Sun Zhenni, and Mo Heng had conspired to set me up.
Since they both took my tolerance for granted, it was time they paid the price of being destroyed.
Spring Warmth
My father was a treacherous official.
The man who raided my home was my fiancé.
When he slipped the iron chain around my neck, his touch was even more tender than the year he placed a flower wreath upon my head.
On the day my father was beheaded in public, I was calmly picking lice off my mother. I remarked, “If I had a fire, I could stir-fry these lice and pair them with a pot of wine.”
Unexpectedly, my words drew a laugh from the young general in the neighboring cell, despite the hooks driven through his collarbones. Was it that funny?
Submission
Because of a bet, Jing Shaochuan lost me to his twin brother.
I acted as if I knew nothing and spent a night of reckless entanglement with his brother.
The next day, I blushed and asked Jing Shaochuan to buy some ointment for me.
“Where are you feeling unwell?” He frowned slightly, his voice deep and cold.
I murmured softly, “You were too rough last night. You hurt me.”
Jing Shaochuan froze visibly.
I took a step forward, hugging him gently and intentionally acting sweet and spoiled.
“But, you were so different last night compared to how you usually are… I really liked it, though.”
Don’t Look Out the Window!
Back when I drove heavy-duty trucks, I was often the one to lead the way down new, untested routes. In the industry, we call this “Chong Sha.”
Only after I had successfully passed through would other drivers dare to follow.
Afterward, I’d receive a fair share of red envelopes as a token of gratitude.
People always ask me, “Didn’t you ever see anything strange while you were doing a Chong Sha?” I thought about it for a moment. “Nothing much.
Just people constantly trying to flag down the truck in the middle of the night, scammers frequently collapsing in the center of the road to stage accidents, and the occasional cluster of identical villages appearing one after another along the highway…”
Little Ghost Delivers Money
After Huang You wakes in the middle of the night and overhears two ghosts talking about hidden money, greed pulls her into a deadly game of fortune, curses, and borrowed fates.
Her roommate Wanting insists the ghosts are Water Ghosts looking for a Substitute, but each warning only makes the promised wealth harder to resist.
As more secrets surface, Huang You realizes that both the ghosts and Wanting are hiding their true intentions.
To survive, she must decide whom to trust before her Eight Characters, her life, and even her body are stolen by forces that have been circling her from the start.
Du Ruo’s Fragrance Remains
When the Crown Prince ascended the throne, he installed his Crown Prince’s Secondary Consort as the Empress.
The reason was simple.
It was written in the Destiny Book that his first Empress would die from a hail of arrows piercing her heart.
On the day the imperial decree for the installation was issued, my elder sister-the Crown Princess Shen Chengyun-entered my palace with a beaming smile and gave a rather sloppy bow.
“This consort offers her congratulations to the Empress.”
She leaned in close, her bright red lips curling into a venomous sneer.
“Shen Ruoruo, you’d better cherish these few days of luxury. Don’t get too ahead of yourself, though. If you do anything to upset me… well, whether you receive an honorable posthumous title after you die will be entirely up to me.”
“Is that so?”
I took a step back and spoke in a low, steady voice.
“Then Sister had better make sure she doesn’t die before I do.”
Call from Time and Space
In the dead of night, I received a phone call. The caller ID showed it was my husband. With a voice of utmost gravity, he told me that I would die at two o’clock in the morning.
But right now, he was clearly lying right beside me, fast asleep.
Hating the Bright Moon
I was born cold-blooded.
When my mother died, I stood by her bedside without shedding a single tear.
In the front courtyard, lanterns and streamers were being hung to celebrate my father’s concubine’s birthday.
“Yuntan,” my mother said, “you are just like your father.”
A dying person always carries a certain air of decay.
She stared up at the canopy of her bed and sighed again.
“It is better to be like him… the heartless… always live longer…”
“Do not be like me, trapped in the word ‘love’ for a lifetime. It was a mistake…”
My mother was a loser her entire life.
I never expected that years later, the most reputable and upright gentleman in the capital, Xie Yijue, the Heir to Duke Zhenguo, would come to my door to ask for my hand in marriage.
He had one condition: He wanted to take my younger half-sister, Ji Zhi, into his household alongside me.
Princess’s Journey: Morning Flowers, Evening Harvest
In my previous life, a woman armed with a conquest system won over my parents, my brothers, and my fiance one after another.
They adored her, indulged her, and let everything go her way until she stood at the height of favor.
As for me, everyone despised me.
I was imprisoned in a secluded palace alley for life, forbidden to take even half a step beyond its gates.
Only after I died did I learn that she had come from another world, and that every bit of my suffering fed her luck. Reborn, I traded away a lifetime of love for a single wish.
The Bodhisattva asked me, “What do you want?”
I whispered, “I want everyone she targets to know that she is here only to conquer them.”
And from that moment on, they could all hear her conquest alerts.