Character Growth
Princess’s Journey: Why Not Be Joyful
After I went blind, lines of broken, disjointed text began to appear before my eyes.
[The princess is so pitiful. She injured her eyes saving her cousin, but right now, that very cousin is next door, rolling around in bed with the princess’s brother.]
[Too bad the princess can’t see. If she could, she should immediately bring people over and catch them in the act.]
My cousin had lost her mother when she was young.
The Empress Mother pitied her and had her enter the palace to serve as my study companion.
But several of my imperial brothers were always bullying her.
They liked seeing her teary-eyed, timid, and pitiful. I stood up for her, only to have my eyes injured by one of my imperial brothers.
I became blind. So it turned out that, behind my back, they had already become so intimate.
I did not go and catch them in the act as those lines wanted.
Instead, I had someone inform my other two imperial brothers.
My cousin was so pitiful. Surely she deserved a few more people to love her.
Later, I ascended the throne as Empress Regnant.
My cousin received the love of three of my imperial brothers.
All of us had bright futures ahead.
When a Northeast Couple Adopts a Vicious Female Supporting Character
When a wealthy family came to the orphanage to choose a child, they wavered between me and Cheng Yun.
A barrage of comments scrolled before my eyes:
[The female supporting character is about to start acting pitiful again so she can get adopted.]
[Even if she does get adopted, she’ll just be abandoned later anyway.]
[She’ll spend her whole life hated by everyone, chasing what she can never have. Just another girl obsessed with competing against other girls.]
I silently lowered my head.
Because the “female supporting character” they were talking about was me.
Suddenly, two figures loomed over me.
A Northeastern couple who had never been mentioned in the plot looked down at me, their faces lighting up with surprise.
“Oh my goodness, look at this pretty little thing!”
“Sweetheart, your uncle and auntie are having pork and glass noodle stew at home today. Smells amazing. Wanna come back with us and have some?”
Boiling Cool Water
I found a chat log on Sheng Jing’s phone.
He had sent his female assistant a video of me helping Jiu Jiu with her homework and losing my temper.
“This is why I’d rather work overtime at the office than come home.”
The young assistant replied with a “poor you, sending hugs” sticker. “Manager Sheng, you have it so hard.
Work is exhausting enough, and then you have to deal with all that when you get home.”
Good Girl Gone Wild
It was the fourth year of my relationship with Fu Jingsen.
He had grown tired of my dullness and lack of change.
A young, trendy girl had successfully seduced him, leaving him infatuated.
Yet, he told his friends,
“It’s just a little fling to try something new.”
“When it comes to marriage, of course, you still choose a Good Girl like Shen Ci.”
With the wedding fast approaching, everyone urged me to consider the bigger picture.
However, Chen Xu, the most notorious playboy in our social circle, stopped me. “Hey, Good Girl, do you dare to be rebellious for once?”
At the wedding three days later, Fu Jingsen stared at the hickey on the side of my neck. He was so furious that he couldn’t even hold his bouquet steady.
I gave him a faint smile.
“Just trying something fresh. Why are you so angry?”
“Only after trying it did I realize how boring you actually are. You don’t have nearly as many tricks as he does.”
My 1997
In 2004, he used my body to pay off his gambling debts.
I didn’t blame him.
I only remembered that clean-cut nineteen-year-old boy back in 1997, and the purity in his eyes when he handed me a White Rabbit Milk Candy.
Later, he became successful.
He replaced the faded fake around my neck with a heavy gold chain.
He used a three-carat diamond ring to buy my silence regarding the women he kept on the side.
Later, when a business partner groped my thigh, he simply turned his head away to light a cigarette. “It’s not like you’re losing a limb.”
I dragged my suitcase into the rain and never looked back.
After that, I went on blind dates, got married, and spent my days in a cubicle, studying for certifications and working overtime.
He eventually found me, looking like a gambler who had lost everything, his eyes terrifyingly bloodshot. “Since you’re willing to marry just anyone from a blind date… then, why couldn’t that person be me?”
I smiled.
Elder Brother, I never wanted any of those things.
I only wanted that summer in 1997, before that piece of candy had even melted in my palm.
I have become my own shore; no one can push me into the sea ever again.
The Bodhisattva’s Curtain
I was a female scripture teacher who recited sutras for the madam of the household.
Yet in the middle of the night, someone cornered me behind the incense-draped curtains and asked me who was better-looking: him or the Bodhisattva.
That night, I did not choose the Bodhisattva.
Unfortunately, after barely three months, he came to bid me farewell.
I thought he had simply grown tired of me, so I agreed without fuss.
From then on, he lived beneath the glow of red lanterns, lost in endless pleasure, while I returned alone to the ancient Buddha and my solitary lamp.
Who would have thought that later, when he learned I had been drowned in a pond… He went mad.
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.
The Definition of Being Loved
In our seventh year together, Liang Qiezhao was getting married into another family for business reasons.
The night we broke up, we were unusually calm. “I’ll move out as soon as possible,” I said.
“There’s no need for that.” The man sat hunched by the window, slowly and methodically clipping a cigar as he gave his instructions. “I’m transferring the title of this apartment to you. It’s closer to your office.” “Your old car is getting on in years and should be replaced. I’ve also left some money in your primary account.” “As for the future… if you run into any trouble and it’s inconvenient to contact me, you can call Secretary Qin.”
He spent a long time clipping that cigar. The cut was perfectly smooth, yet he kept his eyes down, inspecting it repeatedly. He didn’t light it, nor did he look up for a long time.
Behind him, clean, even snowflakes were drifting down. I suddenly remembered Christmas Eve that year. Regent Street was bustling with people under the Angel Lights, snow falling all around us.
Twenty-seven-year-old Liang Qiezhao had held my hand tightly. He held on until our palms were damp. And even then, he couldn’t bear to let go.
The Little Liar
When my younger sister went to Songshan Temple to pray for blessings, she saved Prince Rui, who had been gravely wounded and fallen unconscious.
After Prince Rui woke, he left her a jade pendant as a token and promised that if she ever found herself in trouble, she could come to Prince Rui’s Mansion for help.
Two months later, I went to the mansion.
I said to Prince Rui: “Do you still remember what happened outside Songshan Temple?”
I claimed her deed as my own and successfully became his princess consort.
But in the second year after our marriage, my younger sister came to visit.
Right in front of Prince Rui, she took out that jade pendant.
The Pride of Heaven
After disguising myself as a man and joining the army in my husband’s place, I failed to endure the loneliness and kept a lover on the side.
When the war ended and I returned home, I discovered that my husband had taken a concubine too.
Well, now I didn’t feel guilty anymore. We were even!
But then I saw that beautiful concubine.
I was utterly stunned.
Can someone please tell me why my lover had become my husband’s concubine?