Cunning Protagonist
Gazing at the Dragon
Everyone said I was blessed by fate.
Born behind vermilion gates, I rested my head on jade and wrapped myself in brocade.
At three, I began my education, studying essays on how to govern the realm.
At five, I held an abacus, calculating the empire’s grain and coin.
At twelve, I debated the scholars in the clan school and, though I was a girl, took first place above them all.
At fifteen, during my coming-of-age banquet, warlords from three regions offered mountains and rivers as my betrothal gifts.
And yet, I chose the hardest road of all.
The day I eloped with a lowly soldier who guarded the city gate, the entire city laughed at me for debasing myself.
After one night of passion, I was stricken from the Yin Clan’s rolls, my spotless reputation ruined.
No one knew that the soldier was the last surviving bloodline of the imperial house.
They were fighting for the realm.
What I was fighting for was the right to take history’s iron brush in hand and rewrite the world with a name that could not be questioned.
Grass on the Plain
I was the Young Master’s maidservant, and I stayed by his side through every hardship.
When other servants tried to steal the credit that was mine, I put on a bitter little act to make him pity me.
When someone poisoned him, I risked my life to save his.
Step by step, I became the person he trusted most, hoping that, for the sake of all we had been through, he would help erase my name from the slave registry.
But once his wings had fully grown, he destroyed my freedom with his own hands.
Fame and Fortune
You are a village girl from the mountains.
By a twist of fate, you save the Crown Prince from an assassination, and you leverage that debt to demand he marry you.
But he disdains your plain looks and gently refuses many times.
You settle for the next best thing and ask him to appoint you as an official.
Since you were five, you’ve decided you will rise above your station in this life.
If you become a consort, you’ll be like Wu Zetian.
If you become an official, you’ll be like Sima Yi.
After Pairing with My Husband’s Bluetooth
I found a Bluetooth remote control in my husband’s bag.
I didn’t make a scene. I didn’t even confront him.
I just secretly paired it with my phone.
The next day,
at my younger brother-in-law’s wedding,
my husband’s scream rang out from beneath the bride’s skirt.
Transmigrated as the Female Lead of a Misery Novel, I PUA the CEO
After transmigrating into the body of a CEO’s stand-in for his unattainable first love, I started playing mind games with him.
“Since you’re treating me like her, why don’t you send me a picture of your abs first? Let me see what I’m working with.”
“You can’t even seduce me, and you think you can seduce her?”
A Second Bloom
Meng Yuanxi and I were rescued from the fire at the same time.
But after we woke, her talent shocked the world, and her policy essays stirred the hearts of all who read them.
Even my fiancé, the Crown Prince, wanted to break off our engagement for her sake.
She said that in this world, she was destined to be the winner.
But I only said lazily, “After getting the chance to do it all over again, you still haven’t improved at all…”
After Becoming a Concubine, I Drove My Whole Family Crazy
I was fighting someone in the street when Young Madam took a liking to me on the spot.
She gave me fifty taels of silver and asked if I was willing to become her husband’s concubine.
They say a debt of recognition should be repaid with one’s body. Fair enough.
But was this really the way to repay it?
Still, I was desperately short on silver, so I gritted my teeth and agreed.
Only after entering the manor did I learn that my husband was introverted, my mother-in-law was tyrannical, and my sister-in-law was insufferably arrogant.
Young Madam hadn’t bought me back to serve anyone at all.
She had brought me into this family to be King Yan.
Tug His Tie, Tempt His Composure
Fu Shiyu, the crown prince of Beijing’s elite circles, was famously untouchable.
I worked as his chief interpreter for three years.
He still never managed to remember my full name.
Until the day I “ran into” him at the gallery he often visited, my fingertip brushing over his Adam’s apple.
“CEO Fu, your tie is crooked.”
He pinned me against the floor-to-ceiling window and bit my earlobe.
“Who are you calling CEO Fu?
“Say that again. I dare you.”