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Soaring Crane
When I married Pei Miao, everyone praised our union as a match made in heaven. Our honeymoon bliss lasted less than three months before I discovered he had a soulmate. Pei Miao cherished and adored her, even setting up a private residence for her outside our home. When I confronted him, he coldly rebuked me: jealousy was unbecoming of a virtuous wife. So I learned to be magnanimous, until I too stepped beyond the boundaries of marriage and forced him to taste the same pain he had given me.
Walking Beside You
For three nights in a row, my maid said the same thing in her sleep:
“It seems one of the chickens in the backyard is missing.”
I simply assumed she was exhausted from her daily chores and thought nothing of it.
That was until we encountered a landslide on our way to the Capital. My maid was killed in the disaster, but I was rescued by soldiers who arrived just in time.
Trembling and lost, I sought out the commanding officer, intending to reveal my true identity as the daughter of the Provincial Commander.
He glanced at the maid’s clothes I was wearing and suddenly asked:
“Are the hens still brooding lately?”
Don’t Contact the Strange Number from Your Dream
Should you take the initiative to add a stranger’s number that you saw in a dream?
Absolutely not!
Because you’ll never be able to guess what might be on the other end!
Meeting You in Another World
When I was six years old, I first discovered I could see things that didn’t belong to this world.
My grandfather passed away that year, and we moved into his home in the Grain Bureau Residential Compound.
A week after he died, I saw him at home again. He was leaning on a dragon-head cane, tottering toward the bathroom all by himself.
I followed him, only to find the bathroom completely empty.
I told my dad about it, and he slapped me hard across the face.
Grandma said I was seeing “unclean things.”
But later, I realized I could see more than just the dead; I could see the living, too.
For instance, Aunt Chen from the compound had been away on a business trip to Beijing for several days. Yet one afternoon, I ran into her in the stairwell-just a fleeting glimpse.
I ran off to tell the adults who were outside enjoying the cool air. As a result, when Aunt Chen finally did come home, she and her husband had a massive row.
Abnormal Family
I was being bullied.
My bullies even threatened to show up at my house.
I begged them not to go.
They had no idea that I was the only normal person in my family.
My father is a serial killer.
My mother is a yandere.
My brother has an antisocial personality disorder.
I am the only one who is a delicate, pitiful little flower.
Thorny Rose
When I was five, my father brought home a handsome deaf boy and made him my child husband.
I prided myself on being a progressive woman; since childhood, I always told people he was my brother. I never expected that, more than ten years later, one drunken night,
I slept with him – and forgot about it.
The Princess Only Wants a Divorce
During the year our love was at its peak, the young general whose name shook the borderlands used all his military merit to petition my Imperial Father for my hand in marriage.
But three years later, a woman arrived at our door clutching a child, weeping and begging me to take them in.
My husband claimed he had simply had too much to drink and made a terrible mistake.
My mother-in-law said that since I had already ruined my husband’s career prospects, I could not go so far as to sever his bloodline as well.
My closest kin advised me to be magnanimous, telling me that this was simply how every mistress of a household in the capital lived.
Only my sister, with whom I had never seen eye to eye, patted my back and told me: “In the past, you let your Imperial Brother make your decisions for you.” “Later, you let your husband make your decisions for you.” “Now, it is time you learned to grow up on your own.” “After all, you have a little girl of your own now.”
I looked down at the tiny daughter in my arms, who was still sucking on her fingers.
I understood that if I were weak, my daughter would never know how to be strong.
If I were easily bullied, my daughter would never know how to be independent. This time, it was my turn to act.
Hate You, Save You
Zhou Ci and I were also a pair of resentful lovers, exchanging harsh words and blows, finally threatening, “Whoever doesn’t get divorced is a dog.”
On the way to the divorce, we cursed each other with the most venomous words we could muster.
But when the oil tanker crashed towards us, he jerked the steering wheel, using his side to take the impact.
He let me live 0.01 seconds longer.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the summer at the end of my second year of high school.
Zhou Ciye was holding a bouquet of flowers, asking if I would accept it.
The next second, his listless face lifted, full of gloom.
The moment our eyes met, I knew he had come back too.
Picking Mulberries
In the third month after our wedding, Shao Zhi took me back to Luoyang to pay respects to his clansmen. Along the way, he carefully explained the web of interests within his clan.
When he mentioned his eldest brother, his face filled with pride.
“My eldest brother is a very good man. He taught me riding and archery himself! ”
Now he serves in Luoyang as the Central Army Commander.
He is the one we are going to meet today.
” I hated Luoyang. There, someone had once forced me to drink a ladle of water from the Luo River and swear an oath: from then on, we would each marry another and never disturb each other again. Clutching the konghou in my arms, I only lowered my head and tried to refuse. ”
Ah Zhi, I was once a music courtesan.
I fear I might sully your honored brother’s eyes and ears.
It would be better if I did not meet him…
” Shao Zhi gathered me into his arms with pity and held my hand, telling me not to worry. ”
He won’t mind. I’ll secretly tell you a bit of gossip about my brother.
Before he married my sister-in-law, he once turned the whole world upside down over a music courtesan who played the konghou.
Later, afraid my sister-in-law would grow jealous, he forced that courtesan to drink from the Luo River and swear that they would each marry another and never disturb each other again.
“Besides, you are my wife now, and you play a fine twenty-three-string konghou. For my sake, my brother is sure to like you.”
Hating the Bright Moon
I was born cold-blooded.
When my mother died, I stood by her bedside without shedding a single tear.
In the front courtyard, lanterns and streamers were being hung to celebrate my father’s concubine’s birthday.
“Yuntan,” my mother said, “you are just like your father.”
A dying person always carries a certain air of decay.
She stared up at the canopy of her bed and sighed again.
“It is better to be like him… the heartless… always live longer…”
“Do not be like me, trapped in the word ‘love’ for a lifetime. It was a mistake…”
My mother was a loser her entire life.
I never expected that years later, the most reputable and upright gentleman in the capital, Xie Yijue, the Heir to Duke Zhenguo, would come to my door to ask for my hand in marriage.
He had one condition: He wanted to take my younger half-sister, Ji Zhi, into his household alongside me.