Female Protagonist
Greed Maiden
During filming, the female lead intentionally shattered my Jadeite Earring, the one that never left my side.
My face turned deathly pale as I gasped. My Best Actor boyfriend, however, urged me to be magnanimous.
But no one saw the Companion Greed Maiden, sealed for five years, whispering in my ear: “Whose fortune shall we take first?”
Green Branches
The Noble Consort resorted to every conceivable means to secure a baby boy, plotting to pass off another woman’s son as her own so she could regain the emperor’s favor.
On the day she gave birth, she sent her men to a secluded village, where they murdered a young couple and abducted their swaddled infant.
I survived by hiding inside a rice vat.
But what she didn’t know was that the village was called Half-Ghost Village.
Once its residents turned fifty, they began aging in reverse.
The baby her men had taken was my Great-grandfather.
Green Snow
The Xie Family came to my door to break off the engagement, offering me two options.
Either the First Young Master and I dissolved our betrothal, and from then on, he and I would marry whomever we pleased, with nothing more to do with each other.
Or we changed the match: I would marry the Second Young Master instead, and I would still become a daughter-in-law of the Xie Family.
The First Young Master was a dragon among men. He had rendered great service while away on official business, and once he returned to the capital, he would be able to enter the Hanlin Academy. As an orphaned girl, my status was no longer worthy of him.
The Second Young Master was a concubine-born son of the family. Though he could not compare to his elder brother, he was still quite learned.
They were certain I would agree to the change. After all, no one could withstand the pressure of gossip and rumor-not to mention the Second Young Master was exceptionally handsome.
But what did any of that have to do with me?
I only asked calmly, “Is this the First Young Master’s wish?”
“It is! The First Young Master said that times change and circumstances shift. A clever young lady like you will surely know how to judge the situation.”
Later, I entered the palace and became a female official.
The Xie Family was about to be punished for their crimes.
The First Young Master Xie knelt outside the palace gates, begging me to pass a message inside.
My gaze fell on him without sorrow or joy, and I said mildly, “Young Master once told me to judge the situation. I have always kept that lesson close to heart and have never dared forget it.”
Guan Yin Face
When I returned from recuperating at the country estate, there was already a new young lady in the household.
My elder brother protected her like she was a precious pearl.
My little sister had been bullied by her until she fell gravely ill.
With a bleak, bitter smile, she said, “Sister, let’s just accept our fate. Either way, we can’t fight her.”
No sooner had she finished speaking than a pretty, charming girl came out on my brother’s arm, the pearl-studded uppers of her shoes gleaming brightly.
“So you’re Second Sister?”
How beautiful. If only the fabric weren’t from the love-token handkerchief I had embroidered for my fiancé.
Seeing this, my brother immediately took her side. He said to me, “Yaoyao is spoiled, but she means no harm. Rongshu, let her have her way.”
Then he turned back and chided her in feigned anger, “Don’t make trouble.”
The girl didn’t take it seriously at all. Instead, she stuck out her tongue.
“It’s just a handkerchief. Brother Jingwen said it only looks beautiful when worn on my feet. Sister wouldn’t be angry over this, would she? How petty.”
I was indeed petty. So I raised the knife and brought it down.
The tip of her tongue landed on her shoe.
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.
Harbor of Love
During the 618 sale, I was padding my cart to hit a discount threshold. I accidentally used my ex-boyfriend’s linked payment account-the one we’d never unlinked-to pay for a few pairs of men’s boxers.
“?”
My ex: “New man?”
Stubborn as ever, I bluffed, “Yeah, we just started dating. He’s way better than you.”
He replied calmly, “Looking at the purchase history, that doesn’t seem to be the case.”
Hard to Part, Hard to Wed
Jiang Yerao is young, beautiful, naïve, and proud. Even though she knows Ruan Pingshan is only willing to give her money and affection, not an official place by his side, she stays with him because she likes him too much. While enjoying the sweetness of being spoiled, she is also stung by the realities of class differences, marriage, and her own self-respect. Little by little, she realizes that being nothing more than a pampered canary can never truly put her at his side.
With the encouragement of her friends and the push of her career, Jiang Yerao goes from relying on Ruan Pingshan to running her own buyer’s boutique. She learns how to judge people’s intentions, protect herself, and rethink both love and independence. Meanwhile, through her transformation, Ruan Pingshan gradually lets go of his fear of marriage and family relationships and begins to face his own feelings. The two of them pull against each other, misunderstand each other, and test each other along the way, until in the end, they choose each other in a more equal and open-hearted way.
Has My Beloved Consort Cooked Today?
My father wanted me to enter the palace in my elder sister’s place, so I packed my valuables that very night and ran away.
I left the capital and traveled south toward Jiangnan through the turn of winter and spring.
Thin snow and frost-laced woods followed me most of the way, but by the time I reached Jiangnan, the grass was lush and orioles filled the air.
Drunk on the spring scenery, I spent my days roaming mountains and rivers to my heart’s content.
One day, I was crouched beside a food stall with shining eyes, waiting for a braised pork knuckle to come out of the pot, when hurried footsteps erupted behind me.
A hand seized my ear and hauled upward until I had no choice but to rise with my face twisted in pain.
My father strode out from among the servants with a mocking smile. “Yin Chuchu, agree to enter the palace for your sister, and I can overlook your running away this time.”
The emperor had ordered the Yin family to send a maiden to the imperial selection, and by custom, my eldest sister should have gone.
But she had been sickly since childhood, and Father and his concubine could not bear to send her into that man-eating palace, so they set their sights on me instead.
My own mother had died giving birth to me, and as the unsupported second daughter of the Yin household, I was someone they could squeeze however they pleased.
Was my sister made of flesh and blood while I was not?
I lowered my head, gripping the silver hairpin I had bought at the night market the evening before. “And if I refuse?”
His wrinkles bunched into a hideous mask as he laughed. “Where could you possibly hide? Unless you die, I will turn over every inch of earth to find you.”
Understanding dawned across my face, and I dipped into a graceful bow. “Thank you for granting my wish, Father.”
Then, before his stunned eyes, I drove the silver hairpin into myself.
The early-spring wind slipped cold fingers beneath my clothes as I lay on the ground, regretting only that fragrant bowl of pork knuckle.
If it had finished cooking a little sooner, perhaps I could have eaten myself to death instead.
This was the seventh time I had died, and frankly, I was tired of it.
Has the Top Scholar Found His Wife Yet?
I married the childhood sweetheart my elder sister refused to wed after his family fell on hard times.
From the day we married, I devoted myself to running our home.
We treated each other with courtesy.
When Ling Yan placed first in the imperial examinations, everyone congratulated me.
My years of hardship had finally paid off.
Then word came that he had offered a lavish betrothal gift to take my sister as a wife of equal standing.
His words spread through every street: “The eldest Miss Su is radiant and precious.
She deserves to be cherished.
Now that I have won the highest honors, I will never let her suffer the slightest hardship.”
A gifted man and a beautiful woman.
A match made in heaven.
I was the one who deserved to suffer.
That very night, I, the wife who had shared his poverty, packed my bundle and made room for my sister.
I went far away and vanished without a trace.
The newly crowned top scholar searched for his first wife until he was nearly mad, and at last found her in an out-of-the-way corner.
Looking at Ling Yan’s reddened eyes, I asked in bewilderment, “Why were you looking for me?
We never had feelings for each other.”
He stared at me.
Tears rolled from his eyes, but he laughed in anger.
“You’re saying you don’t love me?”
Hating the Bright Moon
I was born cold-blooded.
When my mother died, I stood by her bedside without shedding a single tear.
In the front courtyard, lanterns and streamers were being hung to celebrate my father’s concubine’s birthday.
“Yuntan,” my mother said, “you are just like your father.”
A dying person always carries a certain air of decay.
She stared up at the canopy of her bed and sighed again.
“It is better to be like him… the heartless… always live longer…”
“Do not be like me, trapped in the word ‘love’ for a lifetime. It was a mistake…”
My mother was a loser her entire life.
I never expected that years later, the most reputable and upright gentleman in the capital, Xie Yijue, the Heir to Duke Zhenguo, would come to my door to ask for my hand in marriage.
He had one condition: He wanted to take my younger half-sister, Ji Zhi, into his household alongside me.