Revenge
Phoenix Dynasty
I am the Crown Princess.
The Crown Prince’s concubine came before me to flaunt her success. “I am already with child, yet you haven’t even been graced with his favor yet, have you, Sister?”
Rather than being angry, I was overjoyed. I fervently instructed the Imperial Physician, “You must ensure the child is protected at all costs.”
I have waited three years for the Eastern Palace to be blessed with a pregnancy.
Now, I can finally dispose of the father, keep the child, and rule from behind the curtain.
The False Princess
Two years after my daughter’s death, I traveled to the capital.
The people there asked me, “Who are you looking for?”
I replied, “I am looking for my child’s father. His name is Shen Zhao.”
Everyone laughed. They said Shen Zhao was the capital’s premier noble scion.
“He is Princess Xunyang’s Prince Consort now,” they said. “How could someone like you harbor such delusions?”
I laughed, too.
Good. Because the one I intend to kill is precisely the Prince Consort.
Princess’s Journey: As If on the Other Shore
Chapter 0
My Empress Mother was a transmigrator. Before she returned to her original world, she told me:
I am the vicious villainess in a side story. I would supposedly be consumed by hatred born of love, commit all sorts of evil, and ultimately bring about my own destruction, my corpse abandoned in the wilderness.
“Until you have the power to protect yourself, remember: you must stay far away from Gu Qinglan.”
At first, I truly intended to stay away from Gu Qinglan.
But the plot still forced us to cross paths in the capital.
Left with no choice, I took on the role of the villain and began actively sabotaging him.
Yet, Gu Qinglan looked at me in confusion and said:
“Why is it that even though you’re so wicked, I still find myself falling for you?”
Tsk, tsk. Honestly? I have no words!
Princess’s Journey: Easing This Life’s Sorrows
In my previous life, as my Imperial Younger Brother and I were being hacked into mincemeat by a flurry of blades, the Imperial Son-in-Law stood outside the bamboo grove, cold and detached, as if he were a mere bystander.
In this life, I looked at the handsome gigolo kneeling before me-the same man who had once died while shielding me from a blade-and I couldn’t help but smile.
“You’ll do.”
Princess’s Journey: Flying Flowers and Dreaming Moon
The Prince Consort’s carriage plummeted over the cliff. Even in his unconscious state, he still gripped his childhood sweetheart’s hand tightly, refusing to let go.
I replaced the doctor meant to save him with a Taoist priest who could bind souls, sealing his spirit within a jade pendant. I want him to see it with his own eyes.
I want him to see that the childhood sweetheart he yearns for is nothing but a fickle, unfaithful woman.
That the sister he protected with all his heart is a cold-blooded, ungrateful soul.
That the mother he respects and loves is a person who would abandon all honor for the sake of profit. Only this is the punishment he truly deserves.
Princess’s Journey: Is the Romance Unharmed?
My cousin’s parents passed away, so my Imperial Mother brought her into the palace to live with us.
From then on, she enjoyed the favor of my parents, the protection of my elder brother, and the devotion of my younger brother.
Even my fiancé praised her for being exceptionally gifted and refined.
There was only one exception. His heart and eyes were filled only with me, never swayed by any outsider.
I married beneath my station to become his wife, and for a time, we lived a life of joy and freedom.
But later, he died-stabbed countless times before being hurled off a cliff.
Princess’s Journey: Graceful and Peaceful
While I was offering prayers to Buddha on the mountain, a young gentleman suddenly intruded upon my solitude.
He apologized, his face flushing a deep crimson.
Yet, I heard his inner thoughts: [I have heard the Princess is kind and benevolent; I wonder if she will blame me.]
[I only ended up in the wrong place because I was trying to escape my eldest brother’s schemes.]
[How should I apologize to make the Princess happy?]
He did not know that I had experienced a dream.
In that dream, I followed the guidance of his inner voice to investigate his claims, only to walk step by step toward a dead end.
In the end, my Imperial Father grew to loathe me, my eldest brother was deposed, and I was drowned in a pond.
Only after my death did I learn that this young gentleman could choose who heard his heart’s voice.
It was by relying on this trick alone that he rose from being an Outer Chamber Son to the legitimate second son of a Marquis’s manor.
Now. I looked at the fair-skinned, red-lipped young gentleman before me, who appeared shy and timid.
I gave him a gentle smile. “Someone, come. For trespassing in the Forbidden Courtyard, give him thirty strokes of the cane.”
The Butcher and the Baker
I am an NPC in the game City of Desire.
By day, I sell fragrant, freshly baked bread; by night, I find my pleasure in butchering men.
On the night the bakery closed early, a heavy rain was falling.
A man walked in. Beneath his black raincoat was a naked body and a sharp knife.
I took a bite of my toast and bowed in welcome. Then, as his eyes filled with terror, I raised the chainsaw I had been hiding behind my back.
Bang! Ten minutes later, his head exploded inside the oven. As flesh and blood splattered everywhere, I beamed with joy.
“Welcome to City of Desire, Player. I hope you enjoy your game!”
This Life for You
I stayed by his side from his impoverished youth until he held the world in his palm.
Yet, I was forced to watch as he elevated my half-sister to the status of equal wife and executed my entire family.
I met a miserable end. Given a second chance at life, I watch as his back bows in defeat, his body trembling with regret.
I burn our marriage contract. I wish him a meteoric rise and a boundless future.
A boundless future, without me.
The Empress Hated Me for a Lifetime
The day she died, a heavy snowfall blanketed the capital, sealing the city gates.
When the eunuch came to report the news, I was drinking in Noble Consort Liu’s palace.
I simply said, “Understood.”
It wasn’t until that cup of plum blossom wine-the one meant for our reconciliation-seared through my chest that I finally understood.
She had waited ten years, but she was never waiting for me to have a change of heart. She was waiting for me to die with her.