Revenge
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.
Moth to the Flame
Three months after marrying into the Marquis Manor, I became pregnant.
A maid brought me a bowl of medicinal soup, claiming it was a gift from the Empress Dowager to help stabilize my pregnancy.
I took the bowl but didn’t dare to drink it.
In my previous life, not long after I drank it, I fell into a coma.
When I finally woke, I was trapped in a sea of flames, and both mother and child perished.
At that moment, the maid urged me, “Please drink it quickly, Madam. Refusing a gift from the Empress Dowager is a punishable offense.”
Double Time Murder Investigation
When Nan Mu was very young, he met someone who told him: never, under any circumstances, become friends with Wen Miao.
As the years passed and he was on the verge of forgetting that warning, he met a girl. Her name was Wen Miao.
Even more shocking than the genius girl Wen Miao winning the nation’s highest award in physics was the fact that she was murdered in the Biology Research Lab like a common lab rat-with her very skull sliced open.
The Grand Princess Takes Back Her Life
I was the late emperor’s younger sister, the reigning emperor’s own aunt, and the only Grand Princess of Great Jin.
On my sixtieth birthday, my husband’s supposedly dead first wife appeared at my door with the daughter she had borne late in life.
“The first wife is the lawful wife; her successor must take a concubine’s place.
But Your Highness is far too exalted for me to ask that of you.
I am willing to become a concubine myself.
I ask only that you show mercy and allow Mian to be entered in her father’s clan register, so that father and daughter may be reunited.”
Only then did I learn that the husband who had shown me such love and devotion had been keeping her in another household for forty years.
Golden Cage Shines on Mountains and Rivers
I was meant to marry the Emperor of Great Liang, but a decree for a political marriage sent me to Northern Yan instead.
On our wedding night, I mixed blood from the tip of my tongue into the wedding wine, intending to poison the tyrannical prince.
Yet, he drained the poisoned cup for me and said with a smile, “Don’t be in such a hurry. The heads of every official in this court-I will cut them off for you, one by one.”
I Doomed Them All
The Crown Prince fell in love with the Mute Girl who saved him and insisted on breaking off our engagement.
Out of kindness, I advised him:
“The Mute Girl is alone and without support. Why not take her as a concubine first?”
The Mute Girl felt humiliated and, overwhelmed by shame and anger, took her own life.
Ten years later, the first thing the Crown Prince did after securing the throne was to depose me as Empress and exterminate my entire clan.
“This is what you all owe Ruoruo.”
When I awoke again, it was the day of my sixteenth Birthday Banquet.
The person seated at the head of the table asked me what I wished for.
“I only wish for Your Highness the Crown Prince and Miss Liu… to grow old together in harmony, forever united in heart.”
I bowed reverently:
“Your Majesty, please bestow a marriage upon the two of them!”
After I Gave Half My Golden Core to My Rival, He Blocked My Mountain Gate with a Marriage Contract
During the Immortal Sect Grand Competition, I cut out half my Golden Core to save my arch-rival, Gong Hegui, a man everyone else avoided like the plague. Three months later, my sect demanded my remaining half-core to extend the life of the “Child of Destiny.”
On the very day they were forcing me onto the sacrificial altar, Gong Hegui blocked the Sect Gate, Marriage Contract in hand, and declared he had come to marry me.
After the Neighbor Borrowed My Life
Over the weekend, while I was out grocery shopping, someone shoved a red envelope into my hand.
Inside was a note: [Three years of your life have been borrowed. If you pass this on or drop it in a merit box, your entire family will perish.]
Clutching the 900 yuan, I chuckled and chased after the person.
“Are you sure you want to try life‑borrowing from me?”
She shot me a glare, barked “Psychopath!” and spun around to bolt.
I couldn’t help but smile. To think someone actually had the nerve to try life‑borrowing from one of the Living Dead.
The Counterattack of the Original Wife
A gripping tale of betrayal, revenge, murder mystery, hidden identities, an original wife’s counterattack, and one woman’s awakening.
Qin Jiajia, granddaughter of the renowned painter Qin Mo, loses her womb and then her life in a fire after being betrayed by her husband, Zhong Mingjiang, and his mistress, Luo Xia.
But soon afterward, an anonymous text appears on Luo Xia’s phone.
“A life for a life. Your reckoning is here. Are you ready?”
On his way home from work, Zhong Mingjiang encounters something equally horrifying: photographs of Qin Jiajia’s charred, mutilated body suddenly appear inside his car, along with a blood-soaked uterus on the passenger seat.
Every chilling incident leads back to Qin Jiajia’s death.
Trapped in boundless terror, the cheating husband and his mistress cry out for help, but no one answers….
The Night I Became Empress, He Gave Me Poisoned Wine
On the night I was crowned Empress, Lu Yuheng personally handed me a cup of Poisoned Wine. He said that since the Ye Family’s name had been cleared, I should spend one night as a glorious Empress before going to meet my kin with a clean slate. But what he didn’t know was that the most painful wound of my life was never death-it was him.