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?"

[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

At a tender young age of 225 years old, Hua was the baby held in the hands (paws) of her fox demon family. As low ranking demon foxes living in a remote jungle, her family's business are eating, sleeping and cultivating peacefully, hoping to ascend to heaven one day and serve their Goddess together. Unexpectedly, when Hua was being lazy and dozed off during a cultivation session, a tribulation thunder strikes! She suddenly transformed into a young ancient peasant girl who is lazy and no girly skills, but has an awkward mouth and a bad reputation! A reborn sister is up for revenge? A tasker shows up with a counterattack plan? Forget it! Little Hua just wanted to go home to her family and continue laying down like a salted fish. However, who is this person who gave her warmth in the most difficult time? "Call me husband." Hua: "..." --- Author: 1. This is an original story, not a translation. 2. This is a quick transmigration story with a system, which is common in Chinese novels. BxG, 1v1. 3. I'm an amateur writer. English is not my first language and my grammar is horrendous. If you see anything not understandable please feel free to point it out.

Before Jiang Yue moved into the house, the word she heard most often about the man was "weird." She hadn't thought much of it. People exaggerated all the time. That was until she accidentally walked in on him mid-pee. Unfazed, the man turned his head slightly, his face devoid of emotion, brows drawn together in mild irritation. His voice was low and smooth-dangerously calm. "To prevent future awkwardness," he said, zipping up without missing a beat, "go ahead. Your turn to pee." Jiang Yue: "..." What kind of twisted logic was that?

A royal decree for marriage forces Qiao Heng to marry a stranger she's never met. The Qiao family has long shunned the imperial court, their noble family remaining humble. As the daughter of the Qiao family, Qiao Heng learned the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting at age five, mastered household management and accounting at twelve, and, at fifteen, distinguished herself with her gentle, graceful features. However, at sixteen, her family suffered a tragedy, and the once-proud daughter fell into a quagmire, becoming the target of intense scrutiny. When the marriage certificate was delivered, the eunuch who delivered it offered her a sympathetic look: "The man the emperor specifically named for you to marry is a renowned figure in Kyoto." Faced with despair, Qiao Heng accepted the order for the sake of her family's future.

Zhong Yang, as a little unlucky in the entertainment industry whose scandals are more popular than her works, originally planned to use money to terminate the contract in exchange for freedom, but unexpectedly, she accidentally provoked Pei Yunzheng, a powerful boss in the imperial capital. Zhong Yang was terrified, thinking that he was going to ban her, take her away, humiliate her, persecute her, and even... well, she didn't need to worry. This cold Pei not only invited her to dinner, gave her a place to live, helped her clean up, and sent her resources... but he was also a pure love brain!

When you are fighting for the freedom of your people, falling in love with your enemy is not a great idea. Or is it? Ayla has to defend her castle and her people all on her own, with nobody to help her but a dark warrior she hates with all her heart.