Female Protagonist

The Crown Prince fell in love with the Mute Girl who saved him and insisted on breaking off our engagement.

Out of kindness, I advised him:

“The Mute Girl is alone and without support. Why not take her as a concubine first?”

The Mute Girl felt humiliated and, overwhelmed by shame and anger, took her own life.

Ten years later, the first thing the Crown Prince did after securing the throne was to depose me as Empress and exterminate my entire clan.

“This is what you all owe Ruoruo.”

When I awoke again, it was the day of my sixteenth Birthday Banquet.

The person seated at the head of the table asked me what I wished for.

“I only wish for Your Highness the Crown Prince and Miss Liu… to grow old together in harmony, forever united in heart.”

I bowed reverently:

“Your Majesty, please bestow a marriage upon the two of them!”

introduction:

[1v1 guaranteed sweetness + romance reality show + playfully going wild with memes + heartthrob + romantic battlefield + male lead]

Ning Xi lived for 21 years before realizing she was the universally disliked fake heiress in a novel where the rich family dotes on one child-a foil and stepping stone to the Real Heiress.

In the book, everyone who adored the Real Heiress got everything they wanted and became wildly successful, while anyone who went against her ended up miserable.

Ning Xi was silent. Ning Xi had an epiphany. Ning Xi got excited:

“I get it! I should chase after the Female Lead too! Be good to the Female Lead!”

So –

When the Real Heiress put on a brave face and spoke gently in front of Ning Xi’s fiancé, Ning Xi looked at her with genuine concern: “I know you want to be strong, but you don’t have to be strong anymore – I’ve got you!”

When the Real Heiress shed tears in front of Ning Xi’s Childhood Friend, Ning Xi yelled at him: “If you make her shed a single tear, I’ll make you bleed! If you break my sister’s wings, I’ll bring down your entire heaven!”

When the Real Heiress fainted in the arms of the Prince of Xiangcheng, Ning Xi swooped her up and warned him: “My girl – don’t touch, don’t steal, don’t even think about her. If you lay a finger on her, 110 takes me away, 120 takes you away!” (110 = police, 120 = ambulance)

When the Real Heiress was exposed for dating multiple guys and her reputation was ruined, Ning Xi fumed: “Even if we take ten thousand steps back, are those guys totally blameless?”

After going wild, Ning Xi’s whole mental state improved a lot.

But then, everyone else started acting weird.

The hot-tempered, sharp-tongued Childhood Friend started sending her abs workout videos; the cold fiancé’s eyes turned red and his voice shook as he begged her to get back together; the Villain Boss was willing to play the third for love.

Even the Real Heiress, who always put her down, was teary-eyed: “I thought I was just clever, but I didn’t expect you to truly love me.”

Ning Xi: ?

Everyone’s lost it…

There is a palace rule in the Great Sheng Dynasty: regardless of rank or status, whoever gives birth to a child must raise that child.

Mother was the most insignificant Cairen in the harem.

Ever since I was born, I lived with her in the neglected Chengze Hall.

When I was eight, the Imperial Physician diagnosed Mother with a severe illness and said she did not have long to live.

That day, Mother jumped into the Taiye Pond and saved the drowning Third Prince.

She saved the Third Prince’s life, but lost her own in the waters of Taiye Pond.

Rumors spread throughout the palace. Everyone said, “The Third Prince stepped on Cui Cairen’s head, pushing her underwater so he could climb ashore.”

They fanned the flames, but I knew in my heart that Mother did it on purpose.

She used her own life to ensure that, after her death, I could be taken in by the Third Prince’s birth mother, Consort Qi.

Mother was so foolish.

She thought she had paved a path for me.

She forgot.

A child without a mother leads a bitter life.

Ten years passed in a dream, and when I woke up, I found that I had gained a handsome and wealthy Vampire husband… But why have I forgotten everything from the past?

Can someone tell me what exactly happened in these ten years? In this story of a love lost to temptation, was I a princess living in an ivory tower, or a Cinderella who left behind her glass slipper?

On the night of my birthday, my boyfriend said he had to work overtime.

But his childhood sweetheart just posted a selfie on her WeChat Moments, holding his arm, with the caption: “No matter when, my brother will drop everything to come find me, hehe.”

My eyes burned and I couldn’t help but comment:

“What the hell are you giggling about?”

My ex, the Film Emperor, publicly called me a resource hunter on a show.

When the whole internet told me to get out of the entertainment industry, I awakened the Acting System.

Ding! Skill acquired: [Murderer]: You will master all knowledge and abilities related to murder.

Me: What kind of hellish System is this?

Later, the villainess I played was selected for the Acting Hall of Fame Textbook, and when I received the award, the audience was filled with people from Criminal Investigation (Investigation Unit), forensic experts, and prosecutors.

Netizens: Someone should investigate her-this doesn’t look like acting!

With reddened eyes, he said, “Just yield to me, Qiuhe. Isn’t power what you’ve always wanted most? I’ll give it to you-the position of Empress, anything you desire, I’ll give it to you, all right? Call me Crown Prince Brother once more, will you?”

The Crown Prince, who was usually stern and reserved, always speaking of propriety, righteousness, and shame, was now begging me so humbly-how could that not delight me?

My slender hand reached up to Yin Jiuqing’s neck. I blew a breath into his ear, watching his desire grow unbearable, yet refusing to give in: “Didn’t you say I was unchaste? That I was a Fox Spirit, ignorant of propriety and shame? Your Highness the Crown Prince, now you stand before your Sister-in-law, undressing yourself-tell me, aren’t you the shameless one?”

I pressed Yin Jiuqing hard against the artificial hill behind him, making him let out a muffled groan.

I acted as if I hadn’t heard, cursing him with satisfaction: “You know no shame, you disregard human decency, and I refuse to grant your wish!”

I straightened my clothes, which he had pulled into disarray, and strode quickly out from behind the rockery.

Outside the rockery, the sky was high and the moon was small, a bright moon hanging overhead.

It was late autumn again, and under the moonlight, layer upon layer of frost and snow had settled on the fallen leaves.

Seven years after marrying the devoted second male lead, she came back.

She had quarreled with the male lead and stood in the rain at my doorstep:

“Brother Meng, I have nowhere else to go.”

My usually gentle and steady husband, Meng Heshu, lost his temper:

“I’ll go settle this with him!”

Even my seven-year-old son, Meng Bai, waved his fists:

“Fairy, don’t cry. When I grow up, I’ll marry you.”

While they all scrambled to cheer her up,

I was trapped on a fishing boat by a sudden downpour – I had gone out to buy river fish.

The boatman was shouting toward the shore, trying to attract passengers:

“Anyone else going to Qingzhou?”

I looked down at my basket – I had just bought three cutlassfish and had one tael of silver left.

I handed a tael of silver to the boatman and asked:

“How far can I get with one tael of silver?”

At first, no one paid attention to this disaster. It began with several dozen days of relentless heat, with temperatures soaring above 45 degrees.

Soon after, the fields dried up and the lakes ceased to flow.

By the time people truly realized the severity of the problem, the end had already arrived.

I found a bottle of women’s lubricant in my husband’s bag.

I didn’t argue or make a scene.

I quietly replaced it with a bottle of 502 super glue.

At 2 a.m., the new postpartum nanny was taken to the emergency room.