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The Warmth of Three Springs
I grew up without a father or a mother.
When the widow at the east end of the village lost her son, I ran over and asked if she wanted to be my mother.
When I saw how strong the rough woodsman at the west end was, I asked if he wanted to be my father.
That was how the three of us pieced together a family.
The Lesbian Heroine Is Flirting with the Second Female Lead Again
The System orders her to win over the male lead, but there is one tiny problem: she is a lesbian.
When the mission finally changes to the aloof, brilliant second female lead, she throws herself into courtship with all the subtlety of a guided missile—and gets kicked into a bush for her trouble.
Between library dates, disastrous gorilla costumes, a hopelessly idiotic male lead, and an armed kidnapping, her target remains convinced that every romantic gesture is part of a scheme to pursue the wrong person.
She may not realize when she has succeeded, but across worlds, explosions, doctoral degrees, and one scandalous graduation photo, her wifey keeps choosing her anyway.
The Transmigrated Woman Will Never Be a Slave
After overwork kills her in modern China, Zhang Yinhe is reborn as an abandoned infant in an ancient dynasty—and learns before she can even speak that freedom will never be given to her.
Sold into slavery, exchanged for profit, and repeatedly treated as someone else’s property, she survives every household, prison convoy, raider camp, and pleasure house with sharp instincts, shameless nerve, and the hard-earned skills of a former office worker.
Her fight for independence entangles her with Gu Zheng, a disgraced young master hiding a general’s true identity, and Anyang Ge, the quiet herdsman who once offered her a gentler life, but neither affection nor safety can tempt her back into a cage.
Armed with a false beard, a belt of pearls, and knowledge from a later age, Zhang Yinhe crosses war-torn borders in search of drought-resistant seeds and a future built on her own terms—even if Gu Zheng must first learn that love begins with an equal choice.
The Little Lucky Star
On the day Mother was buried, Father gave me three copper coins.
He sent me all the way to West Street for candied hawthorns, but when I returned, he was gone.
Two days later, I found him at the lantern festival with a beautiful lady and another little girl in his arms.
The candied hawthorns he claimed to want were still wrapped in my hand.
Rather than waste them, I offered them to a pale, handsome prince who refused to drink his bitter medicine.
That small gift changed both our lives—and gave two abandoned hearts a home.
The Lady Who Commands Ghosts
The general saved a woman.
Then he asked me to surrender my place as his lawful wife.
I held the divorce paper and laughed coldly.
“Gu Nianwu, success has gone to your head.”
You may command a thousand troops, but I command ten thousand ghosts.
Without me, where would all your glorious victories have come from?
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.
Zhiyu
By imperial decree, I was forced to marry into the Xiaoshan Earl’s Estate as the heir’s second wife.
I had heard that my future mother-in-law was cruel, my sisters-in-law were impossible, and my husband kept a pampered concubine so vicious and overbearing that she had driven his first wife to her death.
Every respectable family in the capital avoided the place like the plague.
Before I climbed into the bridal sedan, Mother clasped my hands with tears in her eyes.
“My daughter, you must be careful.”
“Don’t kill anyone in your husband’s family. Your father will have a hard time explaining it to His Majesty.”
The Palace Maid Dies of Embarrassment Every Day
*Book Transmigration · Inner Voice · System · Groveling Exes · Hidden Identities*
Shengsheng Zhou was a cannon-fodder bug in the story. She had thought that once Zhiyao kept the plot on track, she would be rewarded with a flawless reincarnation.
Unfortunately, each of these three men was stranger than the last.
When she had been a palace maid, they had treated her like a plaything.
She had assumed that once she donned a new identity, she could pay them back for every humiliation she had suffered.
Their behavior, however, left her utterly baffled.
The yandere villain told her, “I will offer the head of my own emperor as the bride price for the princess’s hand.”
The tyrant male lead, eyes red, bared his chest to her. “I owe you one life. Take mine.”
The scheming second male lead pinned her against a wall. “Kiss me once, and my life is yours.”
Shengsheng Zhou: “…Would any of you like a sour plum to calm down?”
Did I Become the Heir Today?
Ever since I was little, Mother had told me that the Marchioness was a broad, hulking shrew with the heart of a viper.
Anyone who offended her, she said, would be beaten half to death and locked in a dark room to perish.
Yet on the day we were brought to the marquis’s estate, the woman seated at the head of the main hall looked like a celestial maiden.
Mother sprang forward and hoisted her out of the chair.
“Sitting in the Marchioness’s place? Have you got a death wish?”
Palace Cats and Their Many Affairs
My imperial sister’s tomcat set his sights on my female cat and was rejected.
My mother consort ordered me to apologize, so I did.
The tom still refused to give up, and my cat’s other suitors beat him up.
Then Mother Consort told me to kill my “femme-fatale cat” to appease my sister…
This time, I refused.
“Think about who she is and where you stand,” Mother Consort advised.
Understanding dawned on me. “Oh. It’s because my mother is a coward.”
My mother might be a coward, but I was not.
Neither was my cat—she was, in fact, the greatest feline beauty in the entire imperial harem.