After transmigrating into a historical novel, Wen Mian expected at least a decent role. Instead, she became a low-ranking palace maid. Other maids read their masters' expressions and survive through clever schemes. Wen Mian, however, only stares back blankly. [Why are you looking at me? I didn't do anything.] Fine. If she couldn't play palace politics, she would simply endure her years of service and leave the palace at twenty-five. That was the plan. Until the emperor suddenly chose her to be his personal maid. Serving the emperor is like serving a tiger. On her very first day, Wen Mian had already begun composing the epitaph on her future grave. *** Emperor Zhaoyan has a secret. Since ascending the throne, he has been able to hear the thoughts of everyone around him. Ministers plotting rebellion. Consorts smiling while hiding daggers. Endless schemes echo through his mind every day, making the Forbidden City colder than ever. During a harem interrogation, he prepares to expose the guilty- Until a different voice suddenly appears in his mind. [Why are you still looking at me? Never mind... I'm hungry.] [I want red bean milk rolls... roast duck... roast goose...] Emperor Zhaoyan: ... In the cold palace, this one girl's chaotic thoughts become the only warmth he hears. And this time, he refuses to let her go. *** (Mini Theater) Wen Mian expressionlessly pulls her hand out from beneath the apricot-yellow silk quilt. Her hand is... wet. Emperor Zhaoyan's voice turns hoarse. "Since things have come this far, you belong to me now. You cannot leave the palace. My beloved, stay here with me. I will never mistreat you." Wen Mian glares at him. "Your Majesty... are you trying to steal someone's future wife?"

Xue Ning's entire family died in battle. She grew up in the Marquis of Xuanyi's household and deeply adored Su Zhan, the heir who had grown up with her since childhood. With a cup of spring wine laced with something extra, she fulfilled her wish and became his wife. Later, Su Zhan rose to become the all-powerful Grand Secretary. The two of them appeared respectful and harmonious, and were once considered one of the rare love stories in the capital. Everyone said that she, an orphaned girl, was blessed to marry such a man. Only she knew how many lonely, silent nights she endured alone. He had a "white moonlight" he loved but could never obtain-and he had never loved her. Because she had once offered herself to him, he despised her. So he sent her away to an old country estate for five years. She sent letter after letter back to the capital, but none were ever answered. Helpless and alone, she was eventually burned alive in a fire set by others, dying with hatred in her heart. ... After being reborn, the first thing Xue Ning did was overturn the cup of spring wine that had originally been prepared for Su Zhan. Then, she carefully chose a fiancé for herself. At a family banquet, with relatives gathered, Xue Ning walked up to Su Zhan, her arm hooked around her fiancé's. "Grand Secretary, this is my fiancé. Please look after him in the future." The always cold and restrained Grand Secretary instead began to crumble, his eyes red: "Xue Ning... I was the one who knew you first!" *Original Translation* ©All Rights reserved

My name is Calla Lind. For 20 years, I have lived within the shadow of my beautiful older sister - chasing and holding onto an illusion of love. A love that will never belong to me... Now with this second chance of life, I won't chase after illusion. I won't rely on someone else for happiness. I will do what I want, enjoy what I do, and learn to let go. 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".

My name is Calla Lind. Ever since my reawakening, I have live my life the way I wanted. I was able to be Calla, meet people as Calla, and have people see me as Calla. I had thought to let go of the past and be free of it. Now I know, letting go also means moving on. This is a continuation of the CALLA. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: BOOK 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".

How can you lose something you never have? When your own mother poisons you to gain pity from others, how should you feel? Why was I, the youngest, being married off? How could I care about something that was never mine? 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 was selfish and naïve but when I realize it, everything has been too late." "If I have another chance, I'll still be selfish but I won't be naïve anymore." An introvert girl, Feng Ning, chose to live alone after losing everything. Killed in an accident, she woke up as an infant in the ancient time. Now a princess, how would she fare in a completely different world? ... Note: This is a short story. (At least, much shorter than my other stories XD) Story set in fictional world with similar culture to Ancient China. Join the discord to chat with the author and other readers: https://discord.gg/pBy2wGB Special thanks for Jiyen (webnovel user Cookiejiyen) who had created the beautiful cover *sending hearts* If you wish to read ahead, you may go here: Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/sorahana ... Follow me on IG: @sora100518

Being a second wife is rather like learning to perfect a set of aerial maneuvers. There are seriously complicated stunts involved: trapezing around the first wife, learning when to appear and disappear at exactly the right moments, tolerating your mother in law, enduring the concubines, and getting the husband in your bed. No one expects to be a second wife. No one does.

Eight years after the Great War, the world is now ruled by four kingdoms. On the surface, there is peace and prosperity. However, nothing is ever what it really seems. Each Emperor seeks power. Each ruler is searching for the key to winning over the others. Each one is looking for the unknown legendary strategist. Oh? And who am I? Don't mind me. I'm just a simple peasant girl. Why would I ever get involved in such boring matters? * * * * * Note: This is my own work, not a translation. Enjoy! (Thank you to MissNoir11 for the awesome cover!)

[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