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Xiangzhi
When my mother married Wang the Mute, she was already carrying me.
Everyone in the neighborhood had advice for him.
Some told him to get rid of the bastard with a strong dose of medicine.
Others told him to write a divorce letter and throw my mother out.
Wang only smiled, turned around, and sent for the best midwife for miles.
Then I was born.
Xiaoman and Her Miss
My Miss is a traditional lady of the old school; the rules are etched into her very bones.
On their wedding night, the Chen Family Young Master, disdainful that she wasn’t a “modern woman,” didn’t even lift her bridal veil before climbing over the wall and running away.
Her parents-in-law, fearing she might do something drastic, sent people to stand guard outside her door all night.
But the next morning…
Miss appeared properly dressed and groomed, kneeling respectfully to serve tea to her parents-in-law. “Since I have entered the gates of the Chen Family, it is only right that I serve my elders.”
Three years later.
The Chen Family Young Master returned, bringing with him a woman dressed in a Western-style skirt and high heels.
Standing side-by-side in the center of the main hall, they declared that arranged marriages were a relic of the old feudal system and demanded a divorce from Miss.
In the silence that filled the hall, no one could bear to look at Miss’s face.
Only I saw-
As Miss lowered her gaze…
Very slowly, ever so slowly…
The corners of her lips curled into a faint smile.
Xiaoqiao
I was a coward by nature, timid as a quail.
Mother taught me the secret to making a living when you were poor— Do whatever people ask.
I never forgot.
At fourteen, my sister-in-law sold me to a brothel.
As she was leaving, she wiped away her tears.
“Xiaoqiao, I truly can’t bear to part with you.”
So I begged the madam to take her in too.
At seventeen, one of the girls stole my money to run away with a man.
When I caught her, she sobbed, “Xiaoqiao, cut off my hand!”
That night, blood covered the floor.
At twenty, I had saved enough to buy my freedom.
I gave every last coin to Lü Buyu.
We had been lovers for six months, and he had promised to take me away.
Instead, he used the money to redeem Qingyue, who had only just arrived.
He knelt before me.
“Xiaoqiao, she’s so pitiful.
I can’t watch her sink into this mire.”
“Or you could just kill me.”
Xihua and Dongye
I won my husband, Yang Dongye, with thirty wontons.
His family had fallen on hard times, and I was a notorious old maid: plain, fiery-tempered, and perfectly capable of keeping a household standing.
He wanted someone capable; I wanted someone young and handsome.
After several happy years, his family was exonerated—and his former fiancée came running from the capital.
Xu Tianming: A Mandate of Her Own
The real princess consort was back.
It was time for me, the impostor, to go home and farm.
Before leaving, I gave everyone careful instructions.
When the vegetables in the back garden sprouted, they were to whittle stakes and put up supports for the vines.
When the fruit in the grove ripened, they mustn’t pick it all.
Leave some on the branches for the birds to get through winter.
Leave the swallows’ nest over the residence gates alone, too.
They would be back next year.
I said a great deal.
Everyone stood with their heads bowed, and no one answered.
Then I understood.
Ah.
Of course.
The princess consort came from a rich family.
Surely the money she had brought back would feed the entire household.
I no longer had to worry about keeping a dozen-odd people alive.
The steward asked, his voice thick, “Won’t you leave a word for His Highness?”
I thought about it.
“Well… tell him I hope he eats a couple more bowls of rice.”
Yaoniang
My father was an imperial censor, and nothing mattered to him more than his reputation.
He had fathered me on a prostitute.
Mother and I were the greatest stains on his life, and he would have liked nothing better than to be rid of us.
Year After Year
My childhood friend was the most popular boy in school.
He had dated nineteen girls, and every one of them was still in love with him.
Then Chen Qingsong transferred to our school.
The school beauty my childhood friend was pursuing abandoned her usual cold reserve and began showering Chen Qingsong with attention.
On our way home, he said lightly, “Xu Dusui, why don’t we give it a try?”
Almost at once, he dismissed his own suggestion.
“Then again, a clingy pest like you would be a better match for Chen Qingsong.”
I didn’t answer.
I was too busy texting: “Chen Qingsong, are we kissing again today?”
Year After Year Without Worry
When I was young, I found the Crown Prince and took him with me as we spent three years begging for a living.
After the Crown Prince was restored to his position, the Emperor took me in as his adopted daughter.
Everyone assumed that I would be betrothed to the Crown Prince. Instead, the Crown Prince became engaged to the legitimate daughter of the Duke’s Mansion.
On my birthday, he remarked with a casual smile in front of the crowd, “How can one of noble blood be matched with a beggar?”
I raised my glass and sincerely wished him a life free of worries, year after year.
He did not yet know that I had accepted the decree for a marriage alliance.
In the years to come, there would be no more Ah Yu by his side.
Years Beneath the Paulownia Blossoms
After being stolen from her husband and caged in the palace, Jiang Yunshu dies branded as the stain on an emperor’s perfect reign.
Reborn before her disastrous marriage, she breaks her engagement, evades Prince Jing’s search, and chooses the sickly Crown Prince Xie Zhao as her unlikely ally.
Armed with memories of betrayal and rebellion, Yunshu pursues revenge against everyone who destroyed her first life.
Yet the partner she meant to use may become the one man willing to share both his throne and his years with her.
Years of Grace
Imperial Father has six daughters.
I am the fifth.
Mother Consort was once a kitchen maid at the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
She received the Emperor’s favor only once in her life, and that one night gave her me. She treasured me above all else.
When I was seven, Noble Consort Lan framed her for infidelity, and she died.
A few months later, by every means at my disposal, I became Noble Consort Lan’s “adopted daughter.”