Revenge
The Cry of Moss
Mother ascended to heaven.
She left me two things: an old yellow dog and a manual for cultivating immortality.
Oh, and one promise.
“Whenever someone beats you, shout your mother’s name three times, and I will come save you.”
I never shouted.
Father had seldom used his fists lately; he had heard that girls in our area had suddenly become valuable, and a wounded one would fetch a poor price.
Joy at Sunset
I divorced my ex-husband because he never knew when to stop talking.
Afterward, I decided to date a mute.
My sweet young boyfriend was obedient, attentive, and exactly my type.
One day, I went to pick him up from his university.
Outside his dorm room, however, I heard him talking to his roommate.
“Yu, how long are you planning to keep pretending?”
“Until I get bored.”
I Became the Mad Prince’s Maid
Le Yao wakes inside an ancient romance as the personal maid of Prince Li, a brilliant war hero whose violent obsession with Wei Qingzhi turns every workday into a fight for survival.
As she becomes the unwilling go-between in their toxic courtship, Le Yao schemes to buy freedom with fellow maid Qingping-until the story’s ordained romance demands a price she refuses to accept.
The Crown Princess Kept a Man on the Side
Before I married into the Eastern Palace, I secretly kept a man in Jiangnan behind the Crown Prince’s back.
He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and worked hard in bed.
His only flaw was that he bragged far too much.
He was plainly a rough country man, yet he spoke of imperial treasures with utter disdain.
He claimed the Cloud-Mist tea reserved for the imperial family tasted like swill and that he used it to feed his cattle.
Rubies worth a fortune, he said, had been nothing but marbles to him as a child.
Even when I decided to leave him, he kept boasting.
Kneeling at my feet with both arms wrapped around my legs, he begged, “Weiwei, don’t go. I’ll make you Crown Princess!”
I rolled my eyes at him. “I have no interest in being Crown Princess.”
He stared at me in shock and muttered, “Weiwei, how are you even better at bragging than I am?”
Later, I married into the Eastern Palace. I heard the Crown Prince had long cherished another woman in his heart.
Though he had lost his memory, he had remained chaste for her.
He told me coldly, “I do not love you. Expect nothing from me.”
I blinked at that familiar face. Even after he crouched down to wash my feet, he still could not make sense of it.
With an adorably baffled look, he asked, “What’s going on? How come I’m so good at taking care of you?”
Empress of My Own Making
In a secret chamber beneath my imperial father’s former residence, I found a breathtaking woman who claimed to be my birth mother.
She told me my true father was the deposed crown prince who had died long ago in the old capital.
The realm, she said, should have been mine.
But when I finally took the throne, she went mad.
Sisters’ Journey
When my mother died, she entrusted me to the Yu family in the capital.
Only after I arrived at their gates did I discover that the “madam” she had named was merely one of the master’s concubines.
The Bra-Wielding Shrew
In high school, the boy seated behind me had a crush on me, so he put glue in my hair, punctured my bicycle tires, and threw away my homework.
He would even snap my bra strap while I was concentrating in class.
Snap-the sound rang out with humiliating clarity through the classroom.
I spun around, red with shame and fury, and he grinned at me. “New style today, huh?”
His friend immediately joined in. “Xia Xin! He only does it because he likes you!”
“You two are going to get married someday anyway, so who cares if your future husband touches you? Hahaha!”
The tips of Zhou Qi’s ears were bright red, but the sight only made my stomach turn.
Later, in the cafeteria, I dumped a tray of food over his head and smiled into his furious face. “I like you!”
His friend leaped up to defend him. “How is dumping food on his head supposed to mean you like him?”
See? They knew exactly what they were doing.
So I yanked down his pants with one hand and said flatly, “There-now I like you.”
The Chaste Women’s Hall
When bandits swept through our village, every man in the family vanished without a trace.
The women, hobbled by their tiny bound feet, could not keep up and were abandoned to die.
Before he left, Father handed Mother a knife.
“If they violate your chastity, use this to kill yourself.”
“When I return, I’ll see you enshrined in the Chaste Women’s Hall.”
After Father left, Mother smashed the memorial tablets in that hall and used the wood to build several beds.
Then she and my sisters-in-law went into business with the bandits.
That night, every woman suffered worse than death.
But every one of us survived.
When Father finally came home, he asked Mother how she wanted to die.
Mother set down the knife, raised a pistol, and aimed it at his head.
Jiaruo
The day I married into the Gu marquis’s household, my father-in-law died and my mother-in-law fell ill.
The wedding feast became a funeral banquet, and I was forced to take charge in the midst of the crisis, assuming control of the household and carrying the funeral through with composure.
My husband thanked me for preserving the Gu family’s dignity, yet never set foot in my room again.
In time, he filled the household with concubines and fathered a brood of sons and daughters by them.
I raised them conscientiously and planned for their futures.
Then I overheard my husband speaking to them behind my back.
“I have never met anyone as coldhearted as your mother. Your grandfather died, and she did not shed a single tear. You may call her Mother, but never learn from her. She is unworthy of the name.”
By then, a physician had already told me I did not have long to live.
Not one of those children came to visit me or bring me medicine; they simply left me to die.
With my last strength, I set fire to the Gu residence and burned that cold, loveless place to the ground.
When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn.
The Gu family came to propose marriage, and as I looked at the refined, handsome man before me, we spoke the same words at the same time.
“I refuse.”
It turned out I was not the only one who had returned.
The Perfect Victim
I fell into a sewer while I was out buying groceries and was already unconscious by the time I was rescued.
But unexpectedly, while I was unconscious, a gas explosion occurred at home, killing my husband instantly.
Sobbing hysterically, I stumbled home as fast as I could.
The neighbors all remarked on how deeply my husband and I must have loved each other.
Only I knew I was merely anxious to see the fruits of my labor.
After all, I couldn’t put my mind at ease until I’d seen it with my own eyes…