Child Protagonist
Little One
My sister was beautiful and brilliant, always effortlessly winning people over.
Compared to her, my plain self was like a timid little mouse.
My parents used to say, “How can you even compare yourself to your sister?”
My childhood friend said, “Jiajia and you don’t look like sisters.”
I asked him, “Then what do we look like instead?”
Sniffling, he replied:
“Like a princess and her maid.”
That was until I met Cen Yi.
My parents were clinging to my sister, introducing her to his family and boasting about how exceptional their daughter was.
I stood off to the side, stealing glances at the cookies on the table.
But he bypassed everyone else and pulled me into a tight embrace.
“Mine,”
he said.
My Mother’s Leather Handbook
Mom had a Leather Handbook that recorded every woman Dad kept on the side.
One of them, Aunt Wei, was marked in particular.
In Mom’s delicate handwriting, she had written: This is the little toy I’m leaving you. Enjoy this life to your heart’s content, my daughter.
After Mom died, that woman buzzed into my life like a fly.
And I swatted her straight down into hell.
Not a Nan
I am a bastard born of a concubine, yet I carry a face that could topple a kingdom.
When I was nine, a local thug tried to snatch me to make me his bride.
Mother risked her life to save me.
The next day, she took me through the streets and alleys of the capital for three hours, until every passerby had memorized my face.
Then she carried me to the gates of the Marquis of Pingyang Manor, knelt, and cried out:
“I, Lady Liu, a humble concubine, bore this girl for the Marquis on the ninth day of the twelfth month nine years ago in Apricot Blossom Alley, west of the suburbs. The neighbors can all attest to it.
“I know my lowly station and dare not ask for a title. I can only trade my death for the Marquis to acknowledge this child and raise her within the household!”
With that, she slammed her head against the stone lion at the gate and breathed her last.
My mother exchanged her life for my place in the Marquis’s household.
And she let the entire capital know that I am a bastard born of a kept woman.
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My son was being pestered by another boy.
The teacher called and asked me to come to the school.
When I arrived, he shouted at me for the first time. “Mom, what’s wrong with me liking boys?”
I looked at him, feeling neither anger nor resentment.
I crouched down and asked him in a low voice, “Then how can you be sure that you like boys?”
Princess’s Journey: Eternal Peace and Grace
From a very young age, I knew I was a Villainess Supporting Character.
I knew because of a strange palace maid by my side named Sui’an. Sometimes, she would stare blankly at the top of my head as if there were words written there.
Later, after spending enough time with her, I managed to piece together the truth from countless minor details: There really were words floating above my head, and those words were: Villainess Supporting Character.
Rebel? Me? I’m Only Four!
A Little Spirit Mushroom has been reborn as a human-weak, pitiful, and recently orphaned with no home to call her own.
To get a bite to eat, a place to stay, and to settle her karmic debts, the Little Spirit Mushroom diligently (not really) became the personal maid of a powerful patron.
When her master worked, she slept. When her master had pastries, she stole them. When her master drank tea, she tasted it first. When her master was targeted by assassins, she was the first to run.
The Little Spirit Mushroom successfully annoyed her master and was punished with reflection against a wall.
But later, her master couldn’t bear to punish her anymore.
Finally, through her efforts, her patron helped her complete her revenge.
Her mission accomplished, the Little Mushroom prepared to retire, secretly asking her master to grant her a small territory where she could live out her days in peace.
However, once the Little Mushroom grew up, her master dragged her off to become the Empress.
The Little Mushroom sighed; being an Empress was even harder than being a mushroom.
Sending the Future Tyrant to School
In my last life, Xie Wujiu stormed the capital, and blood ran like rivers before the palace gates. In this life, before he could fall into darkness, I forced him into a private school and made him recite The Analects every day.
Only later did I understand: asking a starving person to speak of benevolence and righteousness can itself be cruel.
Sweet Plum
When my Adoptive Father first saw me, I was eating a bowl of spoiled rice.
Hungry flies were fighting me for the food, and I couldn’t even spare a hand to shoo them away.
Later, he took me home. He threw me a party for my seventh birthday.
He said, “Xiao Jue, today is your new beginning. From now on, this day will be your birthday every year.”
Everyone smiled at me. Only my Adoptive Mother roared after the banquet had ended, “She’s your illegitimate daughter, isn’t she?”
The Kiln
In our village, there was an abandoned Brick Kiln rumored to be haunted.
During my first year of middle school, a few classmates and I went to the kiln for an adventure. We unexpectedly stumbled upon a swarm of rats worshipping a wall, all of them throwing themselves against it until they died…
In that moment, I realized there was truly something in that kiln that shouldn’t be provoked.
Unfortunately, it was already too late. From then on, my friends began to die one after another.
Until one night, that thing finally stood at the head of my bed…
The Mighty Toddler Transmigrates, Running Wild on the Road to Exile
In her previous life, Jin Bao was a little zombie king. After transmigrating, she became weak and helpless, beaten by an aunt and uncle who weren’t even related to her by blood.
By a twist of fate, she was bought by the Marchioness of Loyalty and Bravery. One moment, she had just become the legitimate daughter of the Marquis’s Mansion; the next, the entire household was destroyed, its property confiscated and the whole family sentenced to exile.
Jin Bao awakened a random Heavenly Eye, granting her glimpses of the past and future.
On the road to exile, while others gnawed on tree bark and dug up grass roots to survive, the people of the Marquis’s Mansion picked up gold, unearthed ginseng, and ate fluffy white steamed buns with roasted meat.
The path of exile was fraught with danger: assassinations, ambushes, plagues, swamps…
Guided by Jin Bao’s Heavenly Eye, they quietly defused every crisis, then turned around and sent their enemies a delightful surprise package.
Everyone believed the bitterly cold Northern Frontier was nothing but barren wasteland.
But Jin Bao led her family to build a city there, reclaim the land, open trade routes, and train soldiers.
When chaos engulfed the realm and the people were plunged into misery, the world finally realized that the great city of the Northern Frontier, once dismissed as a savage, desolate land, had become the only sanctuary under heaven.