Short story
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.
The Vice Minister’s Concubine-Born Daughter
Born with a violent nature and abandoned by her family, Xu Qingqing agrees to marry an abusive scholar for her beloved elder sister’s sake-only to beat her new household into peace, turn an enemy into a husband, and storm a marquis’s estate when her sister’s life is threatened.
In My Own Good Time
On our wedding night, my husband told me something plainly.
His heart belonged to Concubine Song, and there could never be anything between him and me.
I was not to use my position as the lady of the household to make Concubine Song’s life difficult.
Furious, I tore off my bridal veil and gave him two choices.
Either we went to his parents together and asked what exactly they meant by arranging this marriage.
Or he brought Concubine Song to me so the three of us could settle matters face-to-face.
He feared I would bully his beloved concubine, while I feared she would use his favor to humiliate his lawful wife.
After a brief hesitation, my husband chose to summon her.
The three of us sat down and agreed on three rules.
First, Concubine Song was never to set foot in my main courtyard, and anything that happened if she did would be her own responsibility; the same rule applied to me.
Second, since my husband refused to consummate our marriage that night, we would never share a bed for the rest of our lives.
Third, if his parents pressed us for an heir, he would deal with them, and if I suffered punishment or loss because of it, he would compensate me.
My husband’s face turned glacial as he signed the agreement in a fury.
From that day on, he never entered my room again.
Concubine Song basked in her victory and laughed at me for giving up the finest man in the world.
The two of them settled into their sweet little romance.
I was too busy building a life of my own to spare them a thought.
But three years later, my husband stepped into my courtyard with an uneasy look on his face.
I knew at once that he regretted everything-and that he wanted to sleep with me.
I said calmly, “Let’s divorce.”
Deep Within the Palace
At sixteen, a food-loving girl enters the imperial harem as lowly Attendant Yun, determined to survive its suffocating rules and earn enough favor for a decent meal.
Her accidental bond with the formidable Empress Dowager and the neglected Princess Ruyi lifts her through the palace ranks, but every kindness hides a calculation and every pregnancy can redraw the balance of the throne.
When rebellion, poisoned bloodlines, and a stolen son force her to choose between motherhood and survival, Yun must bury her heart behind palace walls—until the child she surrendered returns as Emperor and asks her to become his mother at last.
Farewell to Spring
In my first life, I married Shen Yan, and everyone envied me for securing such a fine match.
Shen Yan won fame while still young, rose swiftly through the ranks, introduced new reforms, became Grand Chancellor, and wielded immense power as he guided a boy emperor.
But that glory belonged to Shen Yan alone.
No one knew how much bitterness I swallowed behind the gates of his illustrious household.
When I was given another life, I waited until Shen Yan’s name was renowned throughout the realm, packed my belongings, wrote a letter of divorce, and sat smiling outside our gates to await him.
“Congratulations on your triumph, my lord. I ask to leave your household of my own accord. From this day forward, may each of us be free.”
Little Lover
I was born face-blind, yet the crown prince of Beijing’s elite circle had always stood by me.
Until one day, when I overheard him talking about me with his friends.
“A whole month, and she still hasn’t noticed. Shen Jin, you’ve really got talent.”
“But your girlfriend looks like she’s close to figuring it out. Shouldn’t we switch back?”
In the corner, the man called Shen Jin pinched a cigarette between his fingers and shook his head.
“I’m afraid that won’t work. Yin-yin is still waiting for me to come home for dinner.”
I stood in the doorway and sighed, disappointed that I wouldn’t be getting someone new after all.
I had already grown tired of sleeping with both of them.
Ginseng Fruit
Nan Tao, an enslaved maid in a wealthy household, discovers that the baby-shaped ginseng fruit her mistress orders buried is alive.
As the fruit reveals the truth behind the household’s miracle heir, Nan Tao uncovers a cycle of trafficking, forced pregnancy, and women transformed into trees harvested for profit.
With a holy monk and his three disciples, she must uproot the dead tree that holds her soul—even though destroying it will erase her forever.
A dark feminist reimagining of a mythic delicacy, Ginseng Fruit turns supernatural horror into a haunting story of inherited violence, motherhood, and liberation.
My Mother Transmigrated into a Novel
On the day Ran Ling returned to the capital in triumph, his long-lost first love was brought back to him.
She had once cast aside reputation and status to elope with him, and he had once taken a sword for her.
Everyone said the star-crossed lovers of their youth would finally get the happy ending they had been denied.
But I wasn’t worried, because my mother had transmigrated into this novel—and I was a devoted mama’s girl.
It didn’t matter what anyone schemed against me; I was the hollow rose my mother had raised.
When Winter Rain Becomes Spring Chill
Bad news: I was sold into the Wu household, worked myself to the bone for three or four years, and just when life finally started looking up, the whole family had its property confiscated.
Good news: the Wus were pardoned, the family was released, and even the master escaped execution.
Bad news: they were exiled to Ningguta.
Good news: Ningguta was where I came from.
When the Spring Rain Came Too Late
While I waited at the hospital for my follow-up appointment, a live broadcast of a celebrated director accepting an award overseas played on the giant screen.
During his acknowledgments, he said nothing and placed a call in front of the entire world.
Then my phone rang…