She Sponsored an Emperor

Song Leshu, the daughter of a marquis, wrote dozens of storybooks and used all the money she earned to support poor scholars. People said she had a heart of gold and that her Song family would surely enjoy a hundred years of peace.

No sooner had the words been spoken than this person's bad-luck prediction came true. The entire marquis's household was demoted to commoner status, left without so much as a pair of chopsticks.

Song Leshu, who had been pampered for more than a decade, picked up her brush and started writing storybooks again to support her family.

The once-privileged young lady was bent under the weight of life's hardships. Then one day, the poor scholar she'd once supported suddenly appeared. Dressed in imperial robes, he lifted Song Leshu into his arms and asked tenderly, "A Shu, does it hurt?"

It turned out he was Emperor Yuan Qi.

Song Leshu won the emperor's favor and was appointed his personal recorder, following Yuan Qi around every day.

From then on, she accompanied him at meals, listened in during court sessions, and was even by his dragon bed at night.

"A Shu's hands make words smell sweet. They are the treasure of my heart."

"Let the chilblains grow on my hands instead. A Shu, don't cry."

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Coming next: My Client and I Both Transmigrated into a Book

Xia Ji and her client transmigrated together.

Xia Ji became the tragic female lead in the angst-filled novel she'd written. From the start, her family was sacrificed and her friends died, leaving Xia Ji under someone else's control.

The handsome male lead she'd once written now glared at her darkly. Xia Ji cried, "My darling, you can't treat your own mother like this!"

He answered with a glare, and Xia Ji sobbed as she continued writing the plot, trying to change her fate.

But instead, she brought the story's biggest villain into the picture.

One day, the official Ye Xu made an orchid-finger gesture, and his Sichuan accent gave him away immediately.

Xia Ji was dumbfounded. "Palace Jade Liquor?"

Ye Xu was stunned. "...One hundred and eighty yuan a cup?"

#A glance confirms we're from the same era#

#Joining forces to stay alive. Why do my client and I get along so well?#

#This stupid dynasty has no chili peppers. It's the death of a Sichuanese#

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Coming soon: Chang'an Constable

On the last day of the Qian dynasty, Ning Song served as a constable one last time.

The rebels shouted threats and curses as they stormed the once-prosperous imperial palace with swords, spears, halberds, and blades. With one final strike, they sent the decaying dynasty plunging into the abyss.

As a constable of Chang'an, Ning Song had protected the city for years in a woman's body. Today, she would use that same body to protect this dynasty as it teetered on the brink of collapse.

So she took up her chipped blade, dragging her leg as blood poured from it, and charged into the enemy ranks. Amid the clouds of blood, she saw a banner being licked by flames.

Beneath the banner was Yin Santeng's bloodied face.

Her beloved was fighting in the flames. The softest strings of Ning Song's heart were plucked, and a tremendous killing intent burst forth. If they could not live together, they would die together.

Amid the drifting blood mist, Ning Song heard Yin Santeng say:

"A Song, run! Don't die with me."

"You're our witness. Survive, and tell everyone that the constables weren't rebels cornered into a last stand."

Ning Song became the only person left who remembered the constables had existed.

So she lived on, a traitor to the dead and a lackey of the new dynasty.

The new dynasty's name was Xian. In the third month after its founding, the emperor of Xian restored the constable office and made an exception to promote Ning Song, a rebel of the previous dynasty. She became one of the new dynasty's constables.

In the first year of Baoguang under the new dynasty, a new group of constables surrounded Ning Song on a street in Chang'an and asked about her past.

Ning Song touched the scar left by the ink tattoo on her face and said calmly:

"My story begins in the first year of Yongxian under the Qian dynasty."

Theme: My fate is mine to shape. Even when brought down into the dust, I will still rise and fight.