Tragic Past
Painted Skin
By the tenth year of failing to find a human skin, I was ready to flay even the old yellow dog at the temple.
Then I met a beautiful concubine who had been thrown out of the marquis’s estate.
She knelt beside my white bones and burned paper money at the altar.
“The Immortal Lady likes the skin of beauties, and I hate this pretty face of mine. Let’s trade.”
Unchased
Four years ago, Gu Jinzhi, the Crown Prince of the Beijing Circle, fell in love with me at first sight.
After three years of relentless pursuit, I finally gave in.
In the first year of our relationship, he started pestering me to get married.
I was hesitant, but I couldn’t withstand his endless coaxing.
In the end, I brought him home to meet my parents.
But that day, outside the private room, I heard one of his buddies ask him, “You’ve met her parents now. When’s the wedding?”
Gu Jinzhi clicked his tongue and said unhurriedly, “All of a sudden, I don’t want to get married that much anymore.”
Someone beside him jeered, “Oh, stop pretending. You spent three years chasing that untouchable ice queen. You’d really give her up?”
“Ice queen?”
I heard him let out a scoff.
“If you saw how her parents treat her, you’d feel the same way I do.”
“The same how?”
“That she’s nothing special after all.”
Guo Guo
I was born only five minutes before my little sister.
Yet she was prettier than me, fairer than me, smarter than me.
The only thing I had ever beaten her at was being healthy.
I could roll around in the mud throwing a tantrum and still not get sick.
My sister, though, was allergic to pollen in spring, mosquito bites in summer, and cold air in autumn and winter.
When I was nine, all I did was pet a stray cat.
My sister said she felt so awful she could not breathe.
That day, Mom beat me half to death.
With red-rimmed eyes, she asked me, “Were you trying to kill your sister?”
“If she dies, you’ll be the only child in this family!”
So later, Mom sent me to live in a nursing home.
She said it very seriously: “This way, your sister will be the only child in the family.”
The Moon Entwines the West Pavilion
I served at the Empress Dowager’s side for twenty years as her chief palace maid.
Steady, dignified, respected by all.
No one knew.
I had borne two children for the Son of Heaven.
Only on her deathbed did the Empress Dowager discover our secret affair.
She held my hand, seeming to sigh.
“Silly child. You kept this from me for so many years.”
“I will issue an imperial decree at once and have you enter the palace as a consort, so mother and children may be reunited.”
In my previous life, I truly did enter the palace.
But by then, Zhao Xun already had a Noble Consort he cherished above all else.
He favored me for a time, then cast me aside without a second thought.
Even my own children acknowledged another woman as their mother.
Now, reborn into this life,
I no longer wanted to be his consort.
Beside the Empress Dowager’s sickbed,
I kowtowed heavily. “This servant would never dare presume upon imperial favor.”
“I beg the Empress Dowager for mercy. Please allow this servant to leave the palace.”
Sending the Future Tyrant to School
In my last life, Xie Wujiu stormed the capital, and blood ran like rivers before the palace gates. In this life, before he could fall into darkness, I forced him into a private school and made him recite The Analects every day.
Only later did I understand: asking a starving person to speak of benevolence and righteousness can itself be cruel.
The Returned MP3 Player
While packing my mom’s things, a receipt suddenly slipped out of an old cardboard box.
It read: April 8, 2006. Aigo MP3 player returned and refunded. Goods and payment settled in full. Total: 498 yuan.
I felt as if I’d been plunged into an ice cellar.
The MP3 player I had thought had been lost for twenty years, the MP3 player that became the trigger every time my mom and I fought, had appeared out of nowhere, just like that.
Clutching the receipt, I asked her numbly, “Back then… did you return that MP3 player?”
Taotie Is Hungry
The rich playboy offered to treat me to dinner.
Under his guidance, I ordered a lavish feast for ten: king crab, lobster, precious French caviar, the works.
Then he gave me a malicious smile.
“Baby, if you can’t finish all this, you’ll have to pay for it yourself, you know.”
He thought I didn’t know about the livestream camera on his chest, where the chat was flooding with mockery aimed at me.
“Shocked now, aren’t ya? This meal costs 680,000 yuan total. Where’s a broke girl like you gonna find that kind of money?”
“Did you see how greedy she looked when she ordered? I’m dying laughing.”
“Did she really think it’d be that easy to take advantage of a rich guy?”
“Gold Digger Hunting Squad scores again! Bros, share the stream so we can enjoy the show!”
In the spotlight of the livestream, I didn’t panic like they imagined. I simply picked up my knife and fork, flashed a pair of playful little fangs, and smiled.
Hunting?
As an ancient beast famed for its appetite, I’ve always been fond of a certain human saying.
The most skilled hunters often appear as prey.
Rong Yu
A year after I married Xie Yunye, he met with danger at the border and was saved by a passing female physician.
To repay her for saving his life, he brought her back to the manor and took her in as his sworn sister.
Gu Qinghan never married after that. She practiced medicine all her life, healing the sick and earning the people’s deep respect.
Later, when Xie Yunye was poisoned, she tested medicines day and night. In the end, the accumulated poison took her life.
And I became the Old Madam of the Marquis Manor for fifty years.
My son was afraid I would be hurt, so he never let me enter the ancestral hall.
Only when I was on my deathbed and wanted to offer Xie Yunye one last stick of incense did I discover that a memorial tablet had appeared in the hall. On it were the words: Wife of Xie Yunye, Gu Qinghan.
My son sighed helplessly. “Mother, Father said before he died that only after meeting Aunt Gu did he understand who his true love was. Sadly, Aunt Gu was too proud to become a concubine, so he promised her burial beside him as his lawful wife.”
“Mother, it is only a title. Once a person dies, everything is empty. Please let Aunt Gu have it.”
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Xie Yunye brought Gu Qinghan home.
“Rong Yu, Qinghan has no father or mother. I want to take her in as my sworn sister. You…”
My expression was indifferent. “As you wish, my lord.”
The Unspoken Bond
My senior brother was both pitiful and broke.
His sect had been destroyed, his master captured, and his junior brothers and sisters were missing.
As for him, he carried a battered sword on his back and would go hungry for three days after every meal.
Even so, he still kept me by his side and bought me big steamed buns to eat.
“Once you remember your parents’ names, make sure you pay me back!”
“Mm-hmm!”
I prayed in secret that I must have been born into a wealthy family, so I could properly repay Senior Brother.
But before I could regain my memories, Senior Brother lost me again.
All he left behind was a bag of steamed buns and a letter.
[Dongze will execute my master at the Four Regions Assembly. I have to go save him.
[After I leave, eat the buns sparingly. You don’t have to pay me back anymore.]
I sobbed until my heart felt torn apart, clutching the letter as I chased after him.
But in my carelessness, I missed my footing, rolled down a hillside, and struck my head.
And then I remembered.
I was originally from Dongze.
And the Dongze Sect Leader who was going to execute Senior Brother’s master was none other than my father.
Diary of the Fourteenth Year of the Republic
By sheer chance, I stumbled across a diary from a hundred years ago.
Its owner seemed to have been the young master of some wealthy household. Inside were little records of his daily life: “May 7, Year 14 of the Republic of China. Clear skies. I skipped class to play cards with my classmates, and my teacher chased me all the way home and scolded me. So annoying!”
I found it amusing, so I added a line beneath it: “May 2024. Been working for too long. Exhausted.”
The very next second, a sentence surfaced on the diary page: “Who are you?”