Shen Yunzhang was reborn.
In her previous life, she thought him poor, weak, and unworthy of her. It took her eleven whole years to see what a good man he was. Then they drank a cup of poisoned wine and went to their deaths together.
Back again, the first thing she did was put on her brightest dress, kick open the peeling wooden door of the Gu family home, and say to the slender scholar, whose ears had turned red from reading, “I’m here to marry you.”
She would marry him, cherish him, and then send everyone who had killed them in their previous life straight to hell, one by one.
In this life, she trusted no one but herself. She trusted that she could protect him, turn the tables, and win this time.
The unluckiest thing that happened to Jiang Lan Hua in this life wasn’t marrying into the Eastern Palace. It was being taken into the imperial palace by the emperor after the crown prince cast her aside.
The whole capital was waiting to laugh at her. What could a discarded crown princess possibly do in the imperial harem? But instead of waiting for her to weep her eyes out, they saw her standing before the ancestral temple in the ceremonial robes of Consort Ning, tossing evidence of the Shen family’s crimes before the emperor in front of the entire court. When someone asked what gave her the right to act so boldly, she smiled. “Myself.”
She rose from deposed consort to Consort Ning, from discarded pawn to player of the game. It wasn’t because the emperor favored her. It was because she had learned to cherish herself first.
They say a woman must obey her father at home and her husband after marriage.
I insist on carving out a different future.
A tragic-romance heroine? Not a chance.
From the very first page, they write their own stories.
(A collection of standalone stories)
