Female Protagonist
This Love Has Become a Memory
I spent seven years confined with the deposed crown prince, tasting poison for him and taking arrows meant for him.
Again and again, I barely escaped death.
Yet after he ascended the throne, he made his childhood sweetheart his empress.
I remained nothing more than a lowly palace maid.
Everyone knew he despised me.
But when I finally came of age and prepared to leave the palace, he seized my wrist and demanded, ‘Do you have a heart at all?’
Princess Huaying of Qishan
When Princess Huaying catches a lowly musician wearing her ceremonial robes, mysterious floating comments reveal that she is meant to be the vicious supporting villainess in someone else’s triumphant love story.
Refusing the fate of disgrace, exile, and death assigned to her, Huaying turns every trap against the scheming Prince of Qi and follows a buried imperial secret to the heart of a decades-old succession struggle.
Yet when rebellion finally erupts, Huaying discovers that her cleverest ally may be her formidable mother—and that surviving the story requires more than defeating its supposed heroine.
Five Years Frozen
In the fifth year since he took me for himself, the powerful young heir finally grew tired of me.
He handed me a bank card with a lazy smile. “Your childhood sweetheart isn’t actually dead.”
“Go find him.”
I stared at the address in my hand for a long time—so long that he lost patience, hauled me out of bed, and drawled, “I’ll give you a ride. Move your things out after today.”
He had just pulled on his coat and started looking for his car keys when his phone rang.
On the other end, his childhood friend was sobbing anxiously. “If you break up with her, what’s going to happen to Xu Xinghe and me?”
The Naive Princess
I am the youngest princess of Baojun Palace, raised to seem innocent while my elder sister bargains with a ruthless eunuch and my elder brother plots for our survival.
Our mother was framed and killed, our palace became a prison, and every smile I wear becomes a weapon against the emperor who abandoned us.
As love, revenge, and a battle for the throne close around our family, the secrets everyone hides prove far more dangerous than my supposed naivety.
I may be the family’s little fool, but I will decide which hearts are saved—and which debts are paid.
The Many Faces of a Noble Daughter
At seven, Jinxi is sold to the Marquis of Martial Valor’s household and trained to become a dowry concubine for its formidable legitimate daughter.
Knowing that one wrong move could cost her life, the transmigrated girl hides her intelligence and searches for a way out.
Her chance comes in the innocent Ninth Prince, but every kindness in the marquis’s household carries a price.
As Jinxi rises from purchased pawn to legitimate daughter and princess consort, she discovers that the ruthless women around her are neither as simple nor as heartless as they first appeared.
The Cold Palace
Sent into a prince’s estate at nine as a future concubine, Lu Sui’an is raised instead as a beloved daughter by the kindhearted Shen Ning.
When a rival consort uses Sui’an’s own hands to murder her guardian, innocence gives way to a patient hunger for justice.
Years later, inside the emperor’s harem, Sui’an turns beauty, loyalty, and palace intrigue against the woman who destroyed them both—but revenge cannot restore the life she loved most.
Ah Yu’s Fortune Cauldron
In the second year of the famine, just before my father was about to sell me at the human market, my mother secretly ran back to her maiden home.
The night she returned, she was covered in blood.
There was a hole in her belly, and one of her legs was gone.
She handed my father the tripod cauldron she had carried on her back.
“Take it. With this, you won’t go hungry. Don’t sell Ah Yu.”
The tripod cauldron was not very large, but it was packed full inside.
With one tug, a snow-white leg came out.
If you threw in a piece of cloth, an identical piece of cloth would come out.
If you threw in a chicken, another chicken would come out too.
My father was so overjoyed he nearly went mad.
He never noticed that, before my mother breathed her last, she said one final sentence to me.
Guanyin Crossing the Mortal World
The emperor died too soon, and I became Empress Dowager at a young age.
To secure my son’s throne, I had no choice but to yield to the Prince Regent and become his illicit lover.
Later, when my son came of age, he finally reclaimed imperial power.
I sent the Prince Regent to the underworld with a cup of poisoned wine.
But I never imagined the Prince Regent had poisoned me as well.
As I coughed up blood in agony, he held me tightly in his arms and laughed madly in my ear: “If we die, we die together. Once we’re dead, we can be reborn together.”
Our blood mingled, and neither of us met a good end.
Before I died, through the haze, I thought: I had been such a pathetic Empress Dowager.
I had never lived a single good day.
If I truly could be reborn, I would stay far, far away from those two: the short-lived ghost and the madman.
But I did not get to be reborn into another life. Instead, I was reborn at the palace banquet where marriages were decreed.
The Crown Prince was about to hand the one and only Phoenix-patterned Jade Pendant to the woman he loved.
His gaze lingered on my face for an instant, as if he had made up his mind to give the pendant to me.
The next moment, I lowered my head and shifted slightly aside, letting him see Song Xiuying behind me clearly.
She was the one who had shared life and death with him in my previous life.
Moonlight, Chosen Anew
In my previous life, I married the Sixth Prince and helped him win the throne.
For eighteen years, I mistook his gestures for love.
Only as he lay dying did I discover that he had always wanted my twin sister, and blamed me for his unhappy life.
Now I am back at the banquet where we chose our husbands.
This time, my silk flower will fall on another prince’s painting.
But my former husband remembers everything too, and refuses to believe I no longer want him.
Everlasting Dawn
I had always thought I was the heroine’s sworn enemy.
Only when I saw her willingly confine herself to a husband’s household for love did I realize how terrifying blind devotion could be.
Stroking her belly, she urged me to find a good man and discover the pleasures of love.
I shook my head, as determined as ever to follow my own path.
In time, she lost sight of her dreams in that household, all for love, while I made love itself a stepping-stone and climbed to the highest seat of power.