[Chen Ju Fen] The chrysanthemum fragrant blooms at dawn. At the age of 22, she died by the hands of her so-called husband and at the feet of her 'sworn' sister. Dying regretfully for wasting her life on a man who had thrown her away so easily like an used tissue, she opens her eyes to the familiar sight of her bedroom at the age of 16; it was exactly one year before she married him. Now she makes a choice: follow with the original story or take another route. NOT A TRANSLATION: this is my own humble story. All rights reserved. Do not plagiarize. Cover picture belongs to me while other photos used throughout the chapters do not, and I don't claim them. They belong to their rightful owners. Viewer's discretion is advised. Story contains usage of strong language, violence, and heavy sexual contents. Read at your own risk! Highest Rankings reached: #1 Novel #1 Revenge #1 Short story #1 Mature

Even the best empire will fall because of a beauty... Wei Lan isn't a beauty that could make empires fall... If Lan wants, your Wang Feng will conquer any empire you wish... Wei Lan doesn't want empires. Wei Lan only wants Wang Feng... This is a continuation of the Rebirth of Fa Wei Lan. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Volume 3 contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

"Commander Zhu is Sulin's benefactor." The little girl held out the pendant and handed it to the man who saved her life. "Currently, Sulin currently has no power or skill to return her benefactor the same favor he have given her. In the future, use this pendant to enter Lei Valley. No matter what is asked, Sulin will fulfill her benefactor's request." WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

I am dying - it was inevitable. The poison given to me over the course of several months have spread throughout my veins and seep through my bones. I was alone. There was not one single person to hold me, to comfort me, or to cry for me... I am all alone... NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

A man in red robes rode past the carriage and the procession. She closed the curtain and put her veil back on. Sigh...Her wedding is not going to have a groom. What a boorish man. 𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 𝗨̶𝗽̶𝗱̶𝗮̶𝘁̶𝗲̶𝗱̶ ̶𝗼̶𝗻̶𝗰̶𝗲̶ ̶𝗲̶𝘃̶𝗲̶𝗿̶𝘆̶ ̶𝘁̶𝘄̶𝗼̶ ̶𝘄̶𝗲̶𝗲̶𝗸̶𝘀̶ ̶𝗼̶𝗻̶ ̶𝗦̶𝘂̶𝗻̶𝗱̶𝗮̶𝘆̶ ̶𝗯̶𝗲̶𝘁̶𝘄̶𝗲̶𝗲̶𝗻̶ ̶𝟭̶𝟬̶𝗣̶𝗠̶ ̶𝘁̶𝗼̶ ̶𝟭̶𝟮̶𝗔̶𝗠̶ ̶(̶𝗖̶𝗦̶𝗧̶)̶ Disclaimer: The artworks belongs to its rightful owners.

2 years is short... 2 years is long... Days pass like years. Years continues on for eternity. Do you still remember the promise? This is a continuation of the Rebirth of Fa Wei Lan. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Volume 2 contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

To His Majesty, It is in the middle of the night and I keep tossing and turning. To relieve my mind and hopefully sleep, I am writing this to you. A letter I will hide, and never give to you. Our love has been FORBIDDEN from the beginning. They call it impossible but I see possibility. They named it a curse but I see a cure. I know I am not the best person to fall in love with, thus I am grateful for your love. You have been nothing but spectacular. Your kisses make my heart warm. Your favor flatters my heart. Your smile makes my day. You are everything I could ever wish for in a man. I know you are aware that I am a spy, a murderer, deceiver and a BIG LIAR; you can tell all this and that is why I'm conflicted. Remember the conversation we had on the rooftop in which you said, "I don't trust you, that much I know." You had me close to you. "But still if you were to attempt to dethrone me, kill me, leave me or steal from me a thousand times... I would spare your life a thousand times more." I asked why. And you answered, "Although I may hate you then, although I won't want to see you or have anything to do with you... I still won't be able to breathe without the knowledge of your existence." You pulled my hand to you heart, and whispered, "That's how much this heart beats for you, Empress." Your Majesty, you won't call out my bluff, interrogate or have me confess my sins. I don't know whether you choose to trust me blindly, or you are waiting for me to come out with the truth by myself or you secretly investigate me behind my back. At the end of it all, I'm a liar, Your Majesty. Whether you truly know this or not, I hope you will forgive and love me till the end. Yours sincerely, Empress of your heart ◦•●◉✿ ✿◉●•◦ ©Cover by @Ei_Daisuki

ORIGINAL STORY!!!! She transmigrated into a novel, destined to die in the hands of her best friend, unable to yield to destiny she rewritten hers. She set a goal of returning back to her world, yet she slowly get too entangled into the novel and is unable to leave behind everyone that loves her. "I'm not from this world..." she said softly to him as she rubbed her bulging tummy. "What is this world? And what is your world?" He asked as he tightens his hug on her, afraid she'll disappear. "Reality and fictional. What destiny? Its all written" she replied bitterly. 'A novel?' He thought. "What!? Whats going on?!" She shrieked as she looked at her almost transparent hands. Her body slowly turn completely transparent, and vanishes into thin air. "I'll find you, wait for me!" He tightly clenched his hands as he looked at the now empty bed. First published: 21 July 2018 Completed: 16 November 2018 Highest Rankings: #3 in Novels :p #1 in Love #1 in Historical #1 in Historical Fiction #1 in General /Book 1 is completed/

What is beauty? What is darkness? What is light? What is color? What is green? This is a "side story" to RUYI. To avoid confusion, first read RUYI before reading this short story. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

To the country she was born to, she is Princess Le-Anne, the king's illegitimate daughter hidden in the shadows. To the empire she is sold to, she is Lady Wei Li Lian, a traitorous spy sent to infiltrate an enemy throne. But who is she really? Gifted with rare beauty and keen intelligence, Li Lian once desired nothing more than a peaceful, ordinary life. She dreamed of traveling distant lands and living freely, far away from politics and power. That fragile dream shattered the moment her estranged royal father finally noticed her existence. To him, she was not a daughter, but a tool. She was given one mission. Enter the enemy empire of Nevoria. Seduce its emperor. Survive the harem. Become empress. And hand the empire to her homeland. From a young age, she trained relentlessly in etiquette, strategy, and deception. She learned how to smile while scheming, how to walk through danger without leaving a trace. She would maneuver through the Nevorian court, evade the vipers of the inner palace, send secret missives in the dead of night, and climb her way to the phoenix throne. It should have been simple. So why did no one warn her? The greatest threat was never the harem, but the emperor himself. Cold, inscrutable, and merciless, he ruled with an iron fist and revealed nothing of his thoughts. Every encounter between them felt like a silent confrontation, where one misstep could lead to quiet destruction. Those eyes of his held no warmth, only sharp calculation, as if he had already seen through every lie she told herself. _____________________________ Cover By Ei_Daisuki