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Changing Winds
Ten years after transmigrating into a novel, I had spent seven of them trying and failing to win over the Second Male Lead, the villainous Archdemon.
There was only ever room in his heart for the Female Lead, pure and white as moonlight.
So I spent three years saying goodbye to him, and from then on, I let him go completely.
But he seemed to be the one who could never let go again.
The Ruthless Imperial Consort
Chapter 0
I am a Noble Consort, and I can hear the Emperor’s thoughts.
In my previous life, I followed those thoughts and fulfilled his every wish.
I thought I would climb the ranks and maybe even snag the seat of Empress for myself.
In the end, the Emperor turned out to be the worst kind of bastard.
He rejected every kindness offered to him and insisted on courting disaster, falling in love with a Fisher Girl outside the palace.
Against all opposition, he made her Empress.
And because he feared I would harm his Empress, he had me sentenced to death in advance.
After being reborn and hearing the Emperor’s thoughts again,
I leaked the information to my sworn enemies.
[His Majesty breaks out in hives whenever he eats lychees.]
[His Majesty plans to punish your family.]
[His Majesty cannot stop praising your younger sister.]
Consort An and Consort Shu were stunned.
“Sister, what should I do? Please, Sister, hurry and think of something!”
It Seems Only I’m Focused on Palace Intrigue
Ever since I was little, I was determined to become the Head of the Six Palaces.
So I married the Crown Prince and fought for the position of Empress, until I was only one step away from my goal.
All I had to do was outlive the sickly Empress currently sitting in that seat.
Of course, aside from the Empress, I still had other rivals: Consort De, Zhaoyi Zeng, Jieyu Yao…
Diligently, I crushed dissent. Conscientiously, I built my own faction. Day and night, I colluded with officials at court. One after another, I brought down every consort in the harem who dared stand against me, until at last I became the most powerful woman in the world.
I was selfish, calculating, and vicious.
But on his deathbed, the Emperor held my hand and said gently, “All these years, you worked hard.”
The Ballad of Fu Yin
After the Qin Family was confiscated, Qin Shuyu’s place as Crown Princess fell to me.
The Crown Prince could not bear to see his childhood sweetheart reduced to an official courtesan. After much maneuvering on his part, Qin Shuyu transformed overnight into a maid in the Crown Prince’s study, serving him with sleeves of red and the scent of ink.
As his lawful wife, I naturally had the magnanimity to tolerate others. I had no intention of making things difficult for her.
But on the night of our wedding, just as the Crown Prince was about to consummate the marriage with me, a bleak, mournful flute melody suddenly sounded outside the hall.
When the song ended, Qin Shuyu’s shattered voice drifted in after it:
“The past is a heartbroken poem; I pine for you, my lord, yet you never know.”
Banxia
In the eighteenth year after I transmigrated, I finally became a proper maidservant.
When Old Madam and Second Master quarreled, I was the one who stepped in to smooth things over.
I knelt on the floor, clinging to Second Master’s leg, and begged him not to say things in anger.
Second Master pinched my chin and sneered. “I know Third Brother has his eye on you. But I insist on making you my concubine. Even if he finds out, what of it?”
Of course Third Master would not do anything to Second Master.
He would only kill me without a word.
I belonged to Third Master. He would rather have me dead than defiled.
In their eyes, I was a maidservant, a plaything to be fought over and snatched around.
Jealous Husband and Resentful Ghost
On the day of the Flower-Viewing Banquet,
I accidentally spent a night of passion with Second Young Master Yan.
Forced to abandon my previous engagement, I was hastily married into Prince Yan’s Mansion.
I had thought such a noble household would be impossible to survive in.
Who would have guessed that after the wedding, my mother-in-law would be kind, my husband easy to coax, and my children sensible?
Aside from taking medicine, I never suffered any real hardship.
Comfortably and contentedly, I lived to the age of seventy-five.
On my deathbed, as I looked back on the past, I could not help but take Yan Zhao’s hand.
“In this life, you and I came together by a twist of fate, but it turned out rather well.”
“If there is a next life, would you be willing to be with me again…”
To my surprise, Yan Zhao’s face suddenly went cold.
“Shen Yao, if we could live this life over, you would still want to have an illicit affair with me without so much as a matchmaker?”
“What do you take me for? It is not as if I cannot live without you!”
Seriously?
We already had children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, yet he was still this resentful?
He should have said so sooner.
Then the husband I had known since childhood, the one who was supposed to marry into my family, would not have ended up leaving alone after I broke off the marriage.
He would not have died so young in a distant land.
Thinking of Rong Zhen, I grew even more melancholy.
There had been three perfectly good people. How had I ended up the only one to live a happy, peaceful life?
My eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the Flower-Viewing Banquet.
Spring Desire
It was my fifth year since transmigrating from a smut novel into ancient times.
My body had been feeling worse and worse.
Then one day, I coughed up a mouthful of blood from my heart.
I knew that if I did not have a man to relieve me, I would die when my body burst apart.
Just then, lines of floating comments suddenly appeared before my eyes.
[The Male Lead has been afflicted with Lust Poison tonight. What a shame the Female Lead hasn’t appeared yet. The Female Supporting Character will have to detoxify him instead.]
The Male Lead was my eldest brother, a man as pure as a clear breeze and bright moon, cold and aloof.
But I was neither the Female Lead, nor the Female Supporting Character, nor Female Character N.
I was only an adopted daughter with the role of Background Character A.
Being Background Character A meant I could do anything.
So under cover of night, dressed in nothing but a layer of gauze,
I secretly slipped into my brother’s room.
Mutual Salvation
When I opened my eyes, I found I had been reborn in a vocational school bathroom.
The girl who had just given birth to me was wearing a shabby cotton-padded coat. She sat on the ice-cold tile floor, staring at me in terror.
She glared at me. Then she raised her bloodstained hands and reached to strangle me.
Right on cue, the System notification rang out: “Current location: the women’s restroom on the west side of the third floor of the teaching building at Maocheng Senior Vocational Technical School. Your first mission: survive your biological mother.”
Me: ? Damn. Straight into nightmare mode.
Is the Crown Prince Still Stubborn Today?
Because I coveted the Crown Prince’s beauty, I snuck into the Eastern Palace and became a Dark Guard.
The Crown Prince was temperamental and unpredictable, so I only dared to drool over him in secret.
Until the day he was deposed and reduced to a commoner.
Taking advantage of the chaos, I locked him inside the dungeon I had painstakingly built.
“You wretched slave! Release me at once!”
The proud Crown Prince’s eyes reddened with fury, making him look even more enticing.
I slowly undid his belt and pinned him against the damp brick wall.
“Let you go? I can’t do that. But… having you? That I can do.”
I devoured the Crown Prince completely and forced him through one position after another.
Until later.
I caught a Dark Guard slipping into the dungeon and kneeling as he begged the Crown Prince to return to the palace.
And the man who, just last night, had refused to yield beneath me even if it killed him, curled his lips in a lazy smile.
“No hurry. The Crown Princess and I still have some candlelit reading to do tonight.”
…
The freshly printed copy of Dragon and Phoenix Harmonizing Eighteen Positions in my hand fell to the floor with a smack.
Unwilling to Meet Again
I knew nothing of the zither, chess, calligraphy, or painting.
Before I married Yu Huaiqian, the matchmaker asked me what I was good at.
I thought for a long while, then said,
“Picking rice.”
The whole room burst into laughter.
Yu Huaiqian laughed too, but there was no mockery in it.
He said, “Being able to pick rice is quite good. A household still has to eat.”
He was a famously refined young gentleman of the capital.
Everyone thought he should have married that childhood sweetheart of his, the one who could compose lyrics.
But he married me.
After the wedding, we each did our part and supported each other.
I asked him if he ever found me dull.
He placed a chopstickful of greens into my bowl. “Dull is good. I’ve heard enough of all that outside.”
I remembered those words for a very long time.
Until his childhood sweetheart broke off her engagement and returned to the capital.
At the Qushui Banquet, she casually recited a single line from a new lyric.
The wine cup in Yu Huaiqian’s hand froze in midair.
After the banquet ended, he sat in the study and filled an entire page with that one line.
I picked up the paper and looked at him. He immediately reached out to snatch it away.
“Don’t look.”
I asked, “Is it so good that I can’t see it?”
He was silent for a moment, then his voice lowered.
“You wouldn’t understand anyway. Why insist on asking?”