Schemes And Conspiracies
The Mortal Supporting Character’s Pay-to-Win System
I am the only mortal in a xianxia drama—the lowly tool sacrificed to an immortal-demon romance.
I schemed, endured every humiliation, and fought only to survive, yet after my death, every immortal despised me.
“Dying was one thing. What a pity she sullied the snow.”
After being reborn, I watched the live comments reveal the plot, swallowed my blood and tears, and began playing the most fragile, kindhearted heroine imaginable.
Little by little, I tested the personas the audience loved most, until they adored me—until they went mad for me.
Then I would lay this world of immortals and demons beneath my feet.
Who could ever guess that Fairy Xueyi, the peerless prodigy unseen in ten thousand years, was only a mortal?
The Naive Princess
I am the youngest princess of Baojun Palace, raised to seem innocent while my elder sister bargains with a ruthless eunuch and my elder brother plots for our survival.
Our mother was framed and killed, our palace became a prison, and every smile I wear becomes a weapon against the emperor who abandoned us.
As love, revenge, and a battle for the throne close around our family, the secrets everyone hides prove far more dangerous than my supposed naivety.
I may be the family’s little fool, but I will decide which hearts are saved—and which debts are paid.
The Ninth Daughter
Everyone in the capital knows that every beauty who disappears into Minister Luo’s rear courtyard carries him one step higher in office.
Born mute—or so the household believes—his ninth daughter survives by making herself small and useful to the family’s favored eldest daughter.
As sisters are sold, married, and sacrificed for the ambitions of men, Ah Jiu realizes that obedience will never buy her freedom.
To escape the Luo estate alive, she must wager the one thing society says determines a woman’s future: her face.
The Oath of a Lifetime
After ten years by my side, my husband brought home a beauty and announced he would make her empress.
He said, “You have no son, but I need a crown prince.”
“What man under heaven doesn’t have three wives and four concubines?”
“When did you become so jealous, so incapable of tolerating others? You’ve changed. You’ve become hideous.”
That very night, I took my Young General with me and charged out through the city gates without looking back.
After I left, he said with red-rimmed eyes, “Ning Huan, come back.”
Of course I would come back.
Clad in the imperial yellow robes, I led three hundred thousand troops back to the capital, my loyal Young General standing at my side.
“Men, drag the Deposed Emperor and that beauty out and behead them. Hang their heads from the city walls. Let them go to hell and reflect on their disloyalty and lack of filial piety.”
The Ox-Horse Survival Guide of a Transmigrated Concubine
I transmigrated and became an ancient beast of burden, with signs that I might be headed toward the life of a chicken or duck next.
My major didn’t teach me how to make soap or explosives, and the market’s invisible hand wasn’t about to scoop me up either.
Maybe if I’d transmigrated into the ruling class, I might have wanted to stay in this dynasty.
But I know one thing very clearly: I just want to go home.
The Palace Walls
“I’m going to be the Empress someday!”
Ten-year-old Song Weiwei stood on a dirt slope facing the imperial city in the distance, shouting those words with all the swagger she could muster.
As for me, I sat on a dirt mound with my chin propped in my hand, speechless.
“Song Weiwei, you still haven’t paid back the two copper coins you owe me.”
Song Weiwei turned around and rapped me on the forehead.
“What’s the rush? Have you ever seen an Empress who welshes on her debts?”
She hopped down from the slope and turned to coax me.
“Just think about it, Du Zeyi. If I become the Empress, you’d be my sister. You can have anything you want. Why worry about those two copper coins?”
As if becoming the Empress of a nation could be that easy.
I muttered under my breath, rubbed my forehead, and raised my voice. “My mother’s calling me home for dinner!”
Then I slipped away as fast as I could.
Leaving only Song Weiwei behind, stamping her feet in exasperation.
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…
The Princess Is Plotting a Rebellion
My father rebelled, and I became a noble legitimate princess.
Then, after taking the throne, he decided to make his old flame empress and force my mother to step aside.
Who could possibly tolerate that?
I command a hundred thousand soldiers and have won glory on every battlefield, yet he wants my mother reduced to a concubine—who does he think he is?
The Princess’s Journey: A Thousand Dreams of Zheng
After my Imperial Mother Consort died, I was given three foster mothers in succession.
Of those three foster mothers, some were deposed, and the others were ordered to die.
In the end, I landed in Beauty Lin’s care.
For three years, she and I lived together in peace, without incident.
Until she offended the wrong person and was thrown into the Office of Punishment.
My heart gave a jolt. Oh no. It looked like I was going to have to change foster mothers again.
Worse still, this time, she was the only one I wanted.
The Princess’s Scheme
The emperor woke from a nightmare in the dead of night. In his dream, he had a daughter who had been lost among the common people. So he offered a handsome reward for any news of the princess’s whereabouts.
Everyone said His Majesty was a man of deep feeling.
But I knew there was another reason behind it.
The capital had gone a full year without rain. National Preceptor Xuanxiu advised the emperor that the only way to end the drought was to sink a princess into the river as a sacrifice to the gods.
The emperor had only one daughter, born of the Empress, and he treasured her like the apple of his eye.
And so, at long last, he remembered that sixteen years ago, when he had been living among the common people, he had once had another daughter.
He offered a great reward to find her so that daughter could take Princess Mingzhu’s place.
And die.