Character Growth
Fateful Encounter with Qingya
After being reborn, I met Song Shixing again.
He was slumped at the end of an alley, covered in wounds and barely clinging to life.
I knew that in three years, he would become the ruler who stood at the pinnacle of the world.
And I would be his empress. Power and riches would all be within my grasp.
But this time, I didn’t want to save him.
Song Shixing, in this life, I don’t want anything to do with you ever again.
Nianzhi
The day my fiancé came to break off our engagement, my mother was so excited that tears streamed down her face.
As it turned out, I was not her biological daughter.
She had adopted me only so I could take the calamity meant for her real daughter.
She said, “Now that the ordeal has been fulfilled, you ought to return to your own family.”
I packed my bundle. There was little I could take with me, which made for easy travel.
My birth mother was waiting by the back gate.
She had a booming voice and had come driving an ox cart-every inch an uncouth peasant woman who knew nothing of proper manners.
Because of her, everyone in the Marquis Manor looked down on me even more.
And yet, the one who would bring me back to the capital in splendor was precisely her.
Tomorrow, I Will Come Bearing My Qin
I was the founding Imperial Tutor of a dynasty.
I came here burdened with a mission from the System: to save a collapsing, chaotic realm.
In the end, all I earned was the hatred of countless people.
The young chief minister I had known since our youth became a stranger to me, standing against me at every turn.
The Guardian General I had personally promoted despised me for monopolizing power and ruling the court as a dictator.
And the Young Emperor, the boy I had raised with my own hands… He hated me most of all for tearing him away from the one he loved.
So they laid a trap for me and forced me to drink poisoned wine, driving me to take my own life.
Then, after my death… They summoned a shaman to call forth my memories.
They wanted to expose every evil deed I had ever committed to the world.
But later, after each of them had seen my memories… Every last one of them went mad.
Picking Mulberries
In the third month after our wedding, Shao Zhi took me back to Luoyang to pay respects to his clansmen. Along the way, he carefully explained the web of interests within his clan.
When he mentioned his eldest brother, his face filled with pride.
“My eldest brother is a very good man. He taught me riding and archery himself! ”
Now he serves in Luoyang as the Central Army Commander.
He is the one we are going to meet today.
” I hated Luoyang. There, someone had once forced me to drink a ladle of water from the Luo River and swear an oath: from then on, we would each marry another and never disturb each other again. Clutching the konghou in my arms, I only lowered my head and tried to refuse. ”
Ah Zhi, I was once a music courtesan.
I fear I might sully your honored brother’s eyes and ears.
It would be better if I did not meet him…
” Shao Zhi gathered me into his arms with pity and held my hand, telling me not to worry. ”
He won’t mind. I’ll secretly tell you a bit of gossip about my brother.
Before he married my sister-in-law, he once turned the whole world upside down over a music courtesan who played the konghou.
Later, afraid my sister-in-law would grow jealous, he forced that courtesan to drink from the Luo River and swear that they would each marry another and never disturb each other again.
“Besides, you are my wife now, and you play a fine twenty-three-string konghou. For my sake, my brother is sure to like you.”
I Want to Bloom
I have an older sister and a younger brother. With my plain looks and mediocre grades, I was always the most unremarkable person in my family.
Yet, I found myself harboring a secret crush on the sun-like Shen Dongye.
I spent three years chasing his light, and after checking my college entrance exam scores, I finally plucked up the courage to confess my love…
The Empress’s Growth Chronicles
I was once the hardworking, dedicated wife of a low-ranking official.
But when my husband decided to take a concubine, I simply stopped caring.
“I’m going back to inherit the throne.” Xie Canghuai froze. “Stop messing around. There’s a limit to how much you can act out just because you’re jealous.”
I told him I wasn’t joking. I really did have a throne to inherit. “I can’t give you the position of Imperial Husband, but you can start as a Selected Attendant.” He thought I’d lost my mind and locked me away in a rural manor.
Me: “?” Why couldn’t we just do this the easy way? Do I really have to summon my eight thousand secret guards and give him a wicked smirk?
My Aunt Is Very Fierce
I transmigrated into a tragic romance novel as the female lead’s sister.
In the original plot, I spent my time abusing her daughter while simultaneously trying to seduce her husband.
Ultimately, I groomed her daughter to become the next generation’s tragic heroine, while I met a miserable end myself-tossed into the ocean to feed the fish.
Now, looking at the innocent Little Bean Bun standing before me, I said: “If you love suffering, you’ll have a never-ending supply of it. So, do you want to swallow that bitter pill, or are you going to speak up for yourself?”
“Go up there and give him a piece of your mind. If you win the argument, I’ll buy you a burger; if you lose, I’ll buy you a drink.”
“What? You’re afraid to win? Do you really love being a perpetual runner-up that much? You don’t have to be number one, but you can’t settle for second best, and you certainly can’t be a pushover.”
“Your mother brought you into this world to enjoy life, not to suffer. Go compete, go grab what’s yours, and be brave! Go get ’em, baby!”
Princess’s Journey: Live Up to Your Youth
Changhui came here on a mission to save me.
When my grandmother passed away and the Crown Prince came to take me into the palace, I heard Xie Changhui’s inner thoughts.
[Don’t go. If you go, you will eventually fall in love with the Crown Prince and become a villain. You’ll commit heinous crimes and meet a miserable end.]
So, I refused the Crown Prince.
Later, when I encountered a sick youth on the road, I heard Xie Changhui’s voice in my head again.
[He is the blade you will use to kill. You love the Crown Prince, but he loves you. For your sake, he will slaughter countless people, only to die at the hands of the female lead.]
I picked up the boy and took him in as my younger brother.
Even later, when I finally met the female lead, I felt an unavoidable, murderous intent the moment I saw her.
Xie Changhui took my hand. “Shaohua, wake up. Think about who you are.”
Who am I? I am a daughter of the Song Family, the child of a founding official, and a future female general. I am certainly not some tool meant to spend my life plotting and fighting against others.
Princess’s Journey: Qing Qing Zi Zhi
From the moment I was born, my Father Emperor could hear my inner thoughts.
[Whoa, so my Father Emperor is actually a brilliant and divine Emperor for the Ages!]
[It’s a pity he has a few stains on his record.]
[First, he’ll act on impulse and execute a great hero who served him well, only to cry afterward and curse others for not stopping him.]
[Then, he’ll execute the Chief Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, brewing a wrongful case that will shock the world for centuries, all while shifting the blame onto his ministers.]
[He’ll praise the Grand Preceptor as a ‘clear mirror’ in public, but after the man dies, he’ll raid his tomb and whip the corpse.]
[And the biggest death wish of all: he clearly loves my Mother Empress so much, yet he insists on making her give birth over and over again. When she eventually dies in childbed, he’ll be holding some other beauty while reminiscing about my mother. What a total scumbag.]
My Father Emperor’s brow twitched again and again. Finally, he couldn’t hold it together anymore.
“Quickly! Go and invite the masters from Huguo Temple!”
Time-Space Courier
The celebrity Zhu Yuan is dead. I still hate her. She always made me feel as wretched and hidden as a rat scurrying across the street.
And yet, I found her third gift. It was a plain music box sitting in the hospital corridor.
I casually handed it to the child in the neighboring bed.
She was dying, too.