Military
The Tale of Xihe
After Southern Xu fell, sixteen-year-old Princess Xihe fled through a land at war with the young heir to the throne, only to be delivered into a Northern Qian military camp.
An enemy general fell in love with her, believing her to be an ordinary girl, while she watched those dearest to her die before her eyes.
Hatred for a fallen nation and vengeance for her family drove her onto a road paved with thorns.
Years later, she became empress of Northern Qian and laid her plans one careful step at a time amid court intrigue and bloodshed.
Even when she had been wounded beyond bearing, someone still broke through every obstacle to reach her – but she would have to choose between her own love and hatred, and the lives of all beneath heaven.
The Jealous Crown Prince
I am the most unwanted true heiress in the capital.
My mother took one look at the rough, simple-minded girl who had grown up on the frontier and acted as though she wanted nothing to do with me.
She gave me a purse of silver and coldly sent me away. “Consider it your dowry.”
I was about to leave with my head hanging when my elder brother and half-sister stopped me.
My brother saw that I was beautiful and wanted to use me to win over powerful men.
My half-sister thought I was a fool and wanted to keep me as the maid who washed her feet.
My mother burst into tears and tried desperately to drive me away.
That was when I realized she had never refused to acknowledge me—she was afraid she could not protect me.
The servants tried to hold me there by force.
In the struggle, a jade pendant fell from my sleeve.
My half-sister’s face changed the instant she saw it. “Where did you steal this?”
I answered honestly, “A gentleman with an eye condition gave it to me after I saved his life.”
The Unfavored Princess
I had been an unfavored princess since childhood.
My mother was the daughter of the Defender-General, and since no man in the entire realm dared marry her, entering the palace had been her only choice.
She had not even become empress.
She was merely a consort—not even a Noble Consort.
That was because her personality was simply too fierce.
Without the title “daughter of the Defender-General,” I reckoned she would have died eight times over by now.
By rights, with the might of her family behind her, my imperial father should at least have pretended to dote on me.
I was wrong, for he had dozens of pretty, obedient, clever, adorable, lively, cheerful, and mischievous princesses of every conceivable kind.
As for me, when I was born, fate had randomly assigned me the role of “the slow one.”
Zhiyu
By imperial decree, I was forced to marry into the Xiaoshan Earl’s Estate as the heir’s second wife.
I had heard that my future mother-in-law was cruel, my sisters-in-law were impossible, and my husband kept a pampered concubine so vicious and overbearing that she had driven his first wife to her death.
Every respectable family in the capital avoided the place like the plague.
Before I climbed into the bridal sedan, Mother clasped my hands with tears in her eyes.
“My daughter, you must be careful.”
“Don’t kill anyone in your husband’s family. Your father will have a hard time explaining it to His Majesty.”
Spring Heart Stirred
After winning the war, I entered the capital, and the Old Emperor asked what reward I wanted.
I pointed at the handsome man in purple robes and a golden belt standing in the hall. “I beg Your Majesty to grant me a marriage. I am carrying his child, and he promised he would marry me!”
The elderly eunuch beside the emperor hurriedly tried to stop me. “General, mind your words. This is the Second Prince.”
A faint, languid voice sounded behind me. “Whose child are you carrying?
“Isn’t your belly full of roast duck, roast chicken, candied hawthorn, red bean pastries, dried sweet potatoes…”
I turned to look, only to find that the handsome man who had just spoken looked exactly like the Second Prince.
I made a split-second decision and cupped my fists toward His Majesty. “If that one won’t marry me, this one will do!”
The elderly eunuch was beside himself with panic. “My dear ancestor, this is the Crown Prince!”
A Wedding Mix-Up
My sister-in-law and the youngest daughter of General Zhao were carried to the wrong bridal sedans.
By the time everyone realized it and wanted to switch them back, the woman who should have been my sister-in-law had already completed the wedding night elsewhere.
And just like that, my rough-and-tumble brother somehow ended up with a refined young lady from a noble household as his wife.
But later, when I saw him in the courtyard using a broadsword to cut a thread for her, I suddenly felt the two of them were actually a perfect match.
Hibiscus
I disguised myself as a man and spent twelve years in the barracks as a no-good soldier-only to suddenly learn that I was the Prefect’s true daughter.
The impostor daughter clutched my sleeve, sobbing as she shook it.
“Sister, I know I stole the place that should have been yours. I only beg you not to take away the love Father, Mother, and our brothers have for me.”
What she didn’t know was that I had no interest in stealing her love.
All I wanted was to get my brothers-in-arms some military pay.
Spring Warmth
My father was a treacherous official.
The man who raided my home was my fiancé.
When he slipped the iron chain around my neck, his touch was even more tender than the year he placed a flower wreath upon my head.
On the day my father was beheaded in public, I was calmly picking lice off my mother. I remarked, “If I had a fire, I could stir-fry these lice and pair them with a pot of wine.”
Unexpectedly, my words drew a laugh from the young general in the neighboring cell, despite the hooks driven through his collarbones. Was it that funny?
Bamboo Heart
Young General Yan was having a spat with the girl who held his heart.
During the night banquet, he had hidden a stem of Evening Magnolia.
He declared that whoever found that flower would become the General’s Wife.
The noble ladies all turned their heads, scanning the room to see where the Evening Magnolia had landed. I remained silent.
I simply used my foot to quietly kick away the flower lying behind my seat.
A moment later, Yan Ci’s nonchalant voice rang out. “I wonder which lady has picked up my flower?”
Bone Blade
The first time I killed someone, the blade was dull.
I was fourteen that year. It was winter, and the north wind whipped against my face with a stinging bite.
Three bandits had scaled the wall of my grandfather’s courtyard, intent on stealing the last half-sack of millet he had hidden in the cellar.
My grandfather was blind. Hearing the commotion, he called out my name: “Shen He, Shen He!” He was using my alias.
My real name is Shen Heyi, and I am a girl. But the bandits didn’t know that, and Grandfather pretended not to know either.
He just kept calling, his voice urgent and hoarse, sounding like an old crow being strangled by the neck.
I fished out that Bone-Cleaver from beneath the stove.
Its edge was curled and nicked, so dull it couldn’t even slice through sheepskin cleanly.
But a human neck is softer than sheepskin.
I didn’t think about that day again for a very long time-not until I met Xie Changgeng.