Childhood Friends
The Wrong Teacup
When I walked in, the young nanny was debating the literary achievements of the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song with my fiancé.
She got so worked up that she raised her hand and thumped him on the chest.
“You’re the one who’s wrong!”
The man was silent for two seconds before a low laugh slipped out.
“Mm. I’m wrong. You’re right.”
I stood behind them, looking down at the custom wedding invitation in my hand, suddenly at a loss. Because honestly…
I really did like this design.
The Jasmine of My Heart
On my wedding day, a certain "ex-boyfriend" sent me a message.
"Do you know what you did wrong?
"If you do, we can get back together."
I stared blankly at my phone, then at the contact name on the chat: "8/12-Six-Pack, Great Dresser, Terrible Drinker."
I sank into thought.
"?"
When I did not reply for a long time, he sent another question mark.
"I'm getting married today."
After some thought, I decided it was best to be direct.
"How far along are you?" he replied at once.
"I've already changed into my reception dress," I answered honestly.
"It's time to go make the rounds and toast the guests."
A deep, mellow male voice sounded beside my ear.
With it came his scent-a cool, distant trace of bamboo mingled with the sea.
It was Lu Yuzhi, the man I had married.
"Okay."
I gave him a stiff smile and locked my phone the instant I heard his voice.
What I did not know was when he had come up behind me-or how much he had seen.
Lu Yuzhi and I were joined by a business marriage, not love.
Even so, no one would be happy to see their new spouse talking to someone of the opposite sex saved as "8/12-Six-Pack, Great Dresser, Terrible Drinker" on their wedding day.
Pomegranate Blossoms Aflame
On my birthday, the Fourth Princess and I both set our hearts on the same pomegranate-blossom crown.
At a loss, Father told each of us to choose a young man from the imperial clan to ride and shoot on our behalf.
Whoever struck the kite first after it was released would win.
I chose Qin Yan, my dearest childhood friend.
I knew he could hit the mark with his eyes closed, and I was certain he would make my wish come true.
But all three of his arrows missed by a hair.
I hid in the attic and wept after losing, until Qin Yan came to find me and finally snapped in exasperation, “That enormous gold crown would never have suited you. Jade is better. Plain, pure, and far easier on the eyes.”
“Stop competing with the Fourth Princess over everything.”
Then, with the solemn patience of someone offering hard-won wisdom, he said, “Jiajia, you need to understand that sometimes being right for something matters more than winning it.”
I took his lesson to heart.
So years later, when Father held trials to choose my prince consort, Qin Yan placed first in both the civil and martial examinations.
And I still did not choose him.
Everyone’s Darling Thinks Everyone Hates Her
On the second day after learning that I was the impostor daughter, I finally lost control of my unhealthy obsession with my big brother.
I locked him in the basement, kissed him, and climbed all over him.
Then, during the day, I pretended nothing was wrong and helped the whole family search for their long-missing eldest son.
Like a rat in a sewer, I let myself sink deeper and deeper into a mire of despair.
An impostor daughter was unlikeable enough already.
Once they found out I was a pervert in love with her own brother, they would surely be disgusted by me too-wouldn’t they?
Then one day, my entire family began plotting right in front of me.
“Zhexue, your big brother has to appear at an international conference, so can I let him out for a little while?”
“Just half an hour. I promise we’ll lock him back up before you get home!”
Me: “?”
Ah Fu Blossoms Late
My archenemy found my Empathy Doll.
I went to get it back from him, only to unexpectedly see a barrage of comments.
[Come on, crush me with that body of yours!]
[Nothing beats watching archenemies get hot and heavy. Delicious!]
That night, I was too terrified to sleep.
I couldn’t stop imagining my arms and legs being smashed to a pulp before I was tossed into a wok and stir-fried over high heat.
But just as my nerves stretched to the breaking point…
I felt someone tenderly press a kiss to my fingertip.
Chang’an Was a Dream
In my last life, I married Wei Zheng, and everyone in the capital said that the eldest son of the Wei family and I were a match made in heaven.
Wei Zheng and I spoke of the realm and its people, dreaming of peace beneath all four seas.
We spent more time apart than together, never dwelling on petty romance, because greater duties filled our hearts.
When he went north to guard the frontier, I set up porridge kitchens outside the capital.
When he reviewed official papers in his study, I sat beside him annotating ancient texts.
When work kept him overnight at the government office, I thoughtfully sent him a letter: “All is well at home. Do not worry.”
He said I was unlike other delicate young ladies who cared only for moonlight and flowers and pestered their lovers to count their eyelashes.
He praised me for being calm, sensible, and mindful of the greater good.
What he never knew was that, as an imperial princess, I had once been the most pampered, vivacious girl of all.
I had simply spent everything I had chasing after him, running until I could barely breathe.
Then one day, I quarreled with someone while Wei Zheng watched coldly from the side.
Only after we returned home, when no one else was present, did he say in that mild voice of his, “The other person did have more reason on their side.”
That was when I realized he had never once stood on mine.
The Jade Pearl
After years away from the capital, I returned to find a female study attendant at my fiancé’s side.
I stormed over to demand an explanation, only to drink a cup of drugged tea by mistake.
When I opened my eyes again, I was pinning my fiancé’s stern, old-fashioned, rule-bound elder brother beneath me, his body covered in scandalous red marks.
Our eyes met.
Silence filled the room.
I forced a smile and searched for something—anything—to ease the mortifying tension.
Without a word, he rose, found a length of white silk, and expressionlessly began to—
My eyes nearly popped out of my head.
“What are you doing?”
“I’ll take responsibility!”
“I said I’ll take responsibility!”
Bound by a Lock of Hair
I married Prince Shu in my elder sister’s place, figuring that if he discovered the truth, the worst that could happen was a fight between us.
Little did I know that Prince Shu was not only blind, but also determined to pamper the “wife” he had brought home.
Now he is knocking outside my door. “Little Qiao, we have been married for half a month. May I sleep in the bed tonight?”
Er… How am I supposed to tell him that his bride is actually his male, cross-dressed nemesis?
Hogwarts: Who Dies Once a Year, Anyway?
[Single Heroine] [Coming of Age] [No System] [Slice of Life]
Suer had no idea how he had ended up in another world. The moment he opened his eyes, a beam of vivid green light came hurtling straight at him.
He thought he had died on the spot–only to discover that he was alive again.
And as if that were not enough, Hermione was his next-door neighbour and childhood friend.
And so, the story began.
The Unfavored Princess
I had been an unfavored princess since childhood.
My mother was the daughter of the Defender-General, and since no man in the entire realm dared marry her, entering the palace had been her only choice.
She had not even become empress.
She was merely a consort—not even a Noble Consort.
That was because her personality was simply too fierce.
Without the title “daughter of the Defender-General,” I reckoned she would have died eight times over by now.
By rights, with the might of her family behind her, my imperial father should at least have pretended to dote on me.
I was wrong, for he had dozens of pretty, obedient, clever, adorable, lively, cheerful, and mischievous princesses of every conceivable kind.
As for me, when I was born, fate had randomly assigned me the role of “the slow one.”