Politics
Princess’s Journey: This Heart Shines Bright as Sun and Moon
On the day my mother, the Empress, had me choose a husband, I began to hear the inner thoughts of the little palace maid standing beside me.
“How can I tell the Princess that she can’t choose this man? I used the Simulated Life System to test him, and he’s a total scumbag! He’ll subject the Princess to the cold shoulder, take concubines, and keep mistresses. The Princess absolutely cannot choose him.”
I shifted my gaze away from that man and glanced at another.
“Ahhh! You can’t choose this one either! He’s a mama’s boy. Your mother-in-law will torment you to death!”
I frowned, finding it hard to believe. Am I really that weak? If I were to end up in such a state, it would mean my father and mother-the Emperor and Empress standing behind me-had become weak as well.
My gaze unconsciously fell upon Long Zhao, who stood in the crowd with his head bowed.
The little palace maid screamed in her head. “Princess, pick him! Pick him! He will protect you, ensuring the country is prosperous and the people are at peace, and that the land remains safe and sound!”
Oh ho! In that case, I definitely can’t choose Long Zhao. I’m afraid that if I do, she’ll stop screaming.
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.
A Floating World in the Boudoir
The world says I have been blessed with a charmed life.
My father is a first-rank official, and my mother hails from a prestigious, noble clan.
Both of my elder brothers serve in the imperial court, and all three of my elder sisters have married into high-ranking families.
Since childhood, I have been draped in the finest silks and fed the rarest delicacies from jade platters.
Even the trifles I play with on a whim are worth enough to sustain an ordinary family for half a lifetime.
Yet, outsiders see only the surface of my tapestry-like life.
They do not understand that greatness brings its own burdens. Within these embroidered curtains and silken screens, schemes lie hidden at every turn.
Between the golden chalices and jade chopsticks, murderous intent flashes when least expected.
A single misstep is all it takes to fall into the bottomless abyss.