Reincarnation
The Glass-Boned Immortal
When Fanyin dreams that her betrothed will carve out her immortal bone for a scheming mortal woman, she refuses to become anyone’s disposable supporting character.
Determined to ruin the treasure they covet, she descends to the mortal realm and chooses Gu Fei, a disgraced young lord with vengeance in his heart, to help her break its power.
But Gu Fei’s love survives death and reincarnation, and the conspiracy surrounding Fanyin’s bone reaches far beyond a stolen romance.
To save both heaven and earth, she must expose a fallen war god, face an ancient demonic grudge, and discover the true identity of the man who never stopped searching for her.
A Candle to Light the Way
While we were fleeing the famine, my elder brother, He Peizhi, insisted on taking in a mysterious mother and daughter, heedless of the danger to our whole family.
Later, the young woman was carried off by bandits and vanished without a trace, and my brother blamed me for refusing to save her.
Years afterward, his success brought us neither relief nor reunion, only Bai Yuanqing’s merciless revenge.
Given another life, I will no longer work myself to the bone for a brother who cares only for his precious Qingqing.
Rong Yu
A year after I married Xie Yunye, he met with danger at the border and was saved by a passing female physician.
To repay her for saving his life, he brought her back to the manor and took her in as his sworn sister.
Gu Qinghan never married after that. She practiced medicine all her life, healing the sick and earning the people’s deep respect.
Later, when Xie Yunye was poisoned, she tested medicines day and night. In the end, the accumulated poison took her life.
And I became the Old Madam of the Marquis Manor for fifty years.
My son was afraid I would be hurt, so he never let me enter the ancestral hall.
Only when I was on my deathbed and wanted to offer Xie Yunye one last stick of incense did I discover that a memorial tablet had appeared in the hall. On it were the words: Wife of Xie Yunye, Gu Qinghan.
My son sighed helplessly. “Mother, Father said before he died that only after meeting Aunt Gu did he understand who his true love was. Sadly, Aunt Gu was too proud to become a concubine, so he promised her burial beside him as his lawful wife.”
“Mother, it is only a title. Once a person dies, everything is empty. Please let Aunt Gu have it.”
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Xie Yunye brought Gu Qinghan home.
“Rong Yu, Qinghan has no father or mother. I want to take her in as my sworn sister. You…”
My expression was indifferent. “As you wish, my lord.”
Chang’an Was a Dream
In my last life, I married Wei Zheng, and everyone in the capital said that the eldest son of the Wei family and I were a match made in heaven.
Wei Zheng and I spoke of the realm and its people, dreaming of peace beneath all four seas.
We spent more time apart than together, never dwelling on petty romance, because greater duties filled our hearts.
When he went north to guard the frontier, I set up porridge kitchens outside the capital.
When he reviewed official papers in his study, I sat beside him annotating ancient texts.
When work kept him overnight at the government office, I thoughtfully sent him a letter: “All is well at home. Do not worry.”
He said I was unlike other delicate young ladies who cared only for moonlight and flowers and pestered their lovers to count their eyelashes.
He praised me for being calm, sensible, and mindful of the greater good.
What he never knew was that, as an imperial princess, I had once been the most pampered, vivacious girl of all.
I had simply spent everything I had chasing after him, running until I could barely breathe.
Then one day, I quarreled with someone while Wei Zheng watched coldly from the side.
Only after we returned home, when no one else was present, did he say in that mild voice of his, “The other person did have more reason on their side.”
That was when I realized he had never once stood on mine.
A Mountain in Bloom
In my last life, I saved He Yan, the young master of a marquis manor.
He took me as his wife, and for a time, our marriage was the talk of Shangjing.
But I had been born and raised in the countryside.
My manners were crude, and my reputation gradually soured.
He Yan, too, slowly grew distant from me.
I wept day after day, and before I even reached thirty, I died in misery.
Given a second chance, I swore I would never live that way again.
Only, after eating wild greens for three days straight, I realized I simply could not let go of the marquis manor’s soy-braised pork knuckle, sticky rice chicken, crab roe lion’s head meatballs, scallion-fried lamb…
The Sound of That Year’s Waves
On the day the Su Clan was raided and seized, Father dressed me in a magnificent gown and threw me in front of the soldiers.
“She is Su Yueying, the Eldest Young Miss of the Su Clan.”
Everyone said Father was a loyal servant.
When I saw him again, Father had become the New Emperor’s most trusted Divine Martial Great General.
Su Yueying had become Empress, the New Emperor’s one and only for the rest of his life.
And I was a courtesan in a brothel, a woman anyone could have.
To buy back my freedom, Mother dragged her gravely ill body to beg Father for help.
The gatekeepers beat her to death with two strikes of their staves.
I begged Su Yueying to let Mother be buried.
But she said, “There are plenty of untouched entertainers in the pleasure houses. If you had held fast to your principles, I might still have helped you. But you chose to debase yourself. I will not help someone like that.”
That very night, someone hacked off my limbs and sank me into the river.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day the Su Clan was raided.
This time, let Su Yueying go to the brothel herself and hold fast to her precious principles.
Blame Me for Being Too Beautiful and Kind
I am a woman of boundless kindness.
So when Song Lin’an told me that the only woman he had ever loved was my elder half sister, I sent him straight to the grave without hesitation.
“My sister is dead, and since your devotion runs so deep, you should join her. No need to thank me. Nothing delights me more than helping true lovers fulfill their wishes.”
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of our betrothal.
Song Lin’an glared at me and humiliated me before everyone. “The Song family will only welcome a truly virtuous woman. We will never let a vicious shrew through our doors!”
He broke off the match and made me the laughingstock of the capital.
He also branded me a vicious woman.
Song Lin’an schemed his way into marrying my elder half sister instead.
No one wanted me after that.
On the day they returned to visit her family, Song Lin’an sneered at me. “Everyone knows what you really are now. Let us see who else you can ruin!”
I only smiled.
The fool had no idea that in our previous life, I had lived to eighty while he had dropped dead at twenty.
I knew far too many things he did not.
Sending the Future Tyrant to School
In my last life, Xie Wujiu stormed the capital, and blood ran like rivers before the palace gates. In this life, before he could fall into darkness, I forced him into a private school and made him recite The Analects every day.
Only later did I understand: asking a starving person to speak of benevolence and righteousness can itself be cruel.
Heiress for Hire: Cash, Not Love
On the first day after my wealthy birth family found me, my biological parents gave me a warning.
“Now that you’re back, don’t go thinking you can compete with Nian for anything.”
I surveyed the family’s opening show of hostility, smiled, and pulled out an employment contract.
“I think you two have misunderstood something: a parent-child relationship is a legal fact.”
“But asking me to play the sweet, obedient daughter while serving as your adopted daughter’s stepping stone would qualify as premium emotional labor.”
“It’ll cost extra.”
I Am the Horror Game NPC (The Ghost Bride Arc)
I am the strongest NPC in a horror game, they call me the Ghost Bride.
I wear a Red Wedding Dress, swaying my crimson nails, wandering freely through the vast ancient mansion, unbound by the rules.
I enjoy watching the terror on the players’ faces and the screams they let out.
Until one day, a middle-aged woman saw my face clearly, neither terrified nor screaming.
She shed tears: “My dear, I am your mother.”