Short story
Zhi Niang
Sixteen-year-old maid Chen Yue’er has spent her entire life inside the House of Crimson Delight, where women who claim to have transmigrated are bought cheaply and broken quickly.
When the irrepressible Zhi Niang arrives expecting a trashy romance, she discovers an age that treats women as property and refuses to let it crush her spirit.
Through forced prostitution, betrayal, war, captivity, and flight, Zhi Niang and Yue’er cling to each other and turn survival into a stubborn march toward freedom.
Darkly funny and unflinching, their journey is a story of female friendship, dignity, and the courage to keep living without looking back.
A Lady’s Guide to Marrying Up
The year I came of age, Father gave me three marriage choices.
I could become the lawful wife of a penniless scholar, the honored concubine of the Marquis of Pingnan’s heir, or the second wife of a wealthy merchant.
I wanted none of them.
Marriage negotiations always came down to the woman’s family, and my father held a modest post while I was merely a concubine-born daughter, so no truly eminent house would consider me.
Still, low birth had never cured me of high ambition.
If I could not marry up, I would sooner hang myself.
The Willow and the Branch
My father was once the best-known peddler on Qingyun Street.
He walked from lane to lane selling everything from thread to malt candy.
Then he became addicted to opium.
He sold Mother back to a brothel and stuffed my little sister and me into the baskets on his carrying pole.
The last time he shouldered that pole, the rest of our lives swung from either end.
After the Oblivious Supporting Character Started an Online Romance
My online boyfriend had an insanely attractive voice.
Every night, I hid under my covers and talked to him on the phone.
He indulged my every request, and his voice was so seductive it could practically get me pregnant on the spot.
Afraid my male roommate might overhear, I asked my online boyfriend to lower his voice.
That was when a comment feed suddenly appeared before my eyes.
[How can the supporting female character be this oblivious? She has no idea her online boyfriend is the obsessive male lead she lives with.]
[She really went and provoked him. She’ll have plenty of reasons to cry later.]
[She’s only chatting with him as a stand-in for the heroine, though. She’d better run before he finds out who she is, or it’ll be too late and he’ll…]
Terrified, I ended the call.
I stepped out of my room, intending to splash some water on my face and calm down.
Then, from the bathroom, I faintly heard a man’s voice trembling with restraint. “Baby, why did you hang up all of a sudden?”
Beneath the Dust
My parents had always told me that the less I spoke, the fewer mistakes I would make, so I became a girl of few words.
At the same time, they adored my older cousin’s bright, gracious manner and told me to imitate her in everything.
They loved her so much that when she refused to marry her impoverished fiancé, they did not hesitate to offer me in her place.
Smiling obsequiously at my uncle, my parents assured him, “Han’er is willing to help her sister out of this difficulty.”
My uncle stared at me in surprise and asked, “Han’er, are you truly willing?”
My parents frantically signaled for me to answer.
I nodded and gave them what they wanted.
“I am.”
Relief washed over their faces.
With no expectations of them left to lose, I finally spoke from the heart.
“Anywhere would be better than staying with a pair of fawning, spineless, shamelessly biased parents.”
Your Eyes Were Peach Blossoms, and Spring Breeze Was the Tavern’s Name
My sister was a goldsmith who entered the palace to deliver jewelry, only to be knocked unconscious by Consort Yi.
Consort Yi had quarreled with the emperor, so she stole my sister’s clothes and exit token and slipped out of the palace for fun.
Furious and frantic, the emperor cut my innocent sister down with a single stroke, then rode out to find the woman he loved.
In the end, my sister’s body was thrown into a mass grave.
The emperor and Consort Yi returned sweetly together on the same horse, and their reunion became a celebrated romance.
Half a year later, I became one of the emperor’s beauties.
After all, I am not human—I am a marten.
If a fox spirit can bewitch a ruler, so can a marten.
The Saint of the Imperial Harem
On the day of my daughter’s sixth birthday, she fell into a lake, and the soul of a transmigrated woman took possession of her body.
She was not the first transmigrator I had encountered.
I expected another loud, shallow creature like Consort Chao, but this one proved entirely different.
As she stood on a spy and scolded me for being weak and softhearted, I discreetly wiped the blood from my hands and sighed.
Facing the Buddha, I said only, “Amitabha.”
Blame Me for Being Too Beautiful and Kind
I am a woman of boundless kindness.
So when Song Lin’an told me that the only woman he had ever loved was my elder half sister, I sent him straight to the grave without hesitation.
“My sister is dead, and since your devotion runs so deep, you should join her. No need to thank me. Nothing delights me more than helping true lovers fulfill their wishes.”
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of our betrothal.
Song Lin’an glared at me and humiliated me before everyone. “The Song family will only welcome a truly virtuous woman. We will never let a vicious shrew through our doors!”
He broke off the match and made me the laughingstock of the capital.
He also branded me a vicious woman.
Song Lin’an schemed his way into marrying my elder half sister instead.
No one wanted me after that.
On the day they returned to visit her family, Song Lin’an sneered at me. “Everyone knows what you really are now. Let us see who else you can ruin!”
I only smiled.
The fool had no idea that in our previous life, I had lived to eighty while he had dropped dead at twenty.
I knew far too many things he did not.
I Approached the Crown Prince to Kill Him
I got close to the Crown Prince so I could kill him.
I confessed everything in a dark, dank dungeon.
Five Years Frozen
In the fifth year since he took me for himself, the powerful young heir finally grew tired of me.
He handed me a bank card with a lazy smile. “Your childhood sweetheart isn’t actually dead.”
“Go find him.”
I stared at the address in my hand for a long time—so long that he lost patience, hauled me out of bed, and drawled, “I’ll give you a ride. Move your things out after today.”
He had just pulled on his coat and started looking for his car keys when his phone rang.
On the other end, his childhood friend was sobbing anxiously. “If you break up with her, what’s going to happen to Xu Xinghe and me?”