Determined Protagonist
Crossing Qinghuan
The man I was to marry was a young general who had lost the use of his legs.
Rumor had it that he suffered from an unspeakable ailment and didn’t have long to live.
Later, behind the bed curtains, I discovered just how vigorous he truly was. Face burning, I shouted, “Stop bullying me!”
The man laughed hoarsely and caught my hand. “Then how about Qingqing bullies me this time?”
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.
The Years I Hated the Most
Because of her physical development, Li Zhuguang was maliciously humiliated and secretly photographed by her classmate Zhang Kang.
Luo Xing, once her only friend, also turned her back on her amid the rumors.
To strike back, Li Zhuguang deliberately got close to Song Wangshu, the top student Luo Xing had a crush on, using Zhang Kang’s jealousy to force him to expose himself.
She then returned the evidence of the secret recordings to each of the victims.
After Zhang Kang was expelled, the off-campus landlord retaliated by planting a pinhole camera in her room.
With help from Luo Xing, Song Wangshu, her teachers, and her classmates, Li Zhuguang finally dragged the malice lurking in the shadows out into the sunlight-and learned to trust the people around her again.
The Frog Princess
In the Fifth Year of Taiyuan, at the Start of Summer, a princess died in the Beiliang Royal Palace.
And a toad.
Anping was that unfortunate princess.
And I was that unfortunate toad.
Fortunately, since her death, I have become her.
Reborn to Ruin Him
The day I gave birth, the situation was critical.
I begged Zhang Shuai to sign the consent form for a C-section, but his mother wouldn’t allow it.
Through the door, he shouted anxiously, “Zhaozhao, try a little harder, you can definitely give birth naturally.”
In the end, I suffered an amniotic fluid embolism and both mother and child died.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at fifteen.
Zhang Shuai stopped me at the entrance of the village: “Zhaozhao, I heard you’re going to Vocational School too?”