The Player Says She's Done

As one of the biggest players in the world of romance, Yin Qinghe has countless secret identities and maintains a whole host of personas. Her track record is excellent, and she has never slipped up. She is about to become another executive at the Dimensional Management Bureau, with the world at her fingertips and everything under her control.

But just before she can finally get out of the game, her immediate superior throws her right back in.

The many dimensional collisions Yin Qinghe has experienced have caused the original storylines to overlap in a tangled mess. She has to repair them all by herself.

Yin Qinghe: I'm out. Goodbye :)

[The face of a goddess, the heart of a roughneck. So this is what the heroine is really like. The worlds waiting for her are already crying on the floor.]

A little scene:

The imperial liquor sent to the capital by the Song family brewery is hijacked along the way. The emperor is enraged and orders a thorough investigation.

“This humble girl is Song Yuhong, owner of the Song family brewery.”

Everyone knows Song Yuhong is the finest brewer in the world, but no one has ever mentioned that the owner of the Song brewery is so stunningly beautiful that she could outshine an entire city.

She looks too beautiful to be of this world.

Then one day, the various factions unexpectedly begin spreading the word that they are all doing everything they can to catch the liquor thief.

For instance, a certain renowned sword god whose identity is not being disclosed;

A certain seventh young master from a prominent Jiangnan family, whose identity is likewise not being disclosed;

And a certain thief commander, famed for his peerless lightness skills, whose identity is also not being disclosed;

Plus this person, that person, and all the others...

Yin Qinghe, playing the role of [Song Yuhong], responds with an unruffled smile.

Don't ask. If you do, the answer is that the world is full of love and everyone is pure of heart.

Love never disappears. Thank you.

A note before reading:

1. There is no outline and no historical research. Once again, this is a wildly chaotic story born from Xian Ge's overactive imagination. If it's not your thing, please just click the X. Xian Ge thanks you in advance.

2. The heroine has literally the face of a goddess and literally the heart of a roughneck. Everyone has a one-sided crush on her.

Xian Ge has quietly crept in to post a pre-release notice.

"The Female Qian"

One-line summary: Tell me, isn't a wife-chasing crematorium fun? :)

Qing Gu, a general in the Great Liang, is the least Qianyuan-like Qianyuan in the world.

Slender in build, gentle in voice, and even her scent is as mild and warm as snow tea. Her parents raised her as a Kunze, hidden away in the inner quarters, planning to find her a son-in-law one day and pamper Qing Gu like a precious jewel for the rest of her life.

But Qing Gu refused.

She was infatuated with someone and, to conceal her Kunze identity, willingly married him. To the outside world, she claimed that her husband, whose birth mother was lowborn, was the Qianyuan.

Later, her husband ascended the throne and ordered the imperial physicians to secretly remove the mark on the back of her neck.

Qing Gu sat there, watching the man in imperial robes approach. His gentle, jade-like face still wore the same smile as always. Then he offered her a cup of wine.

“Wenwen.”

He called her by her childhood name and said coolly, “I need to consolidate military power. I can no longer let you live.”

The Qing family had a daughter named Gu, with the childhood name Wenwen. She was the emperor's first wife from before his accession. Inherited her father's legacy and protection, she held the rank of second-grade general of the Weiyuan Army. After thirteen years in the military, with the support of her generals, her name shook the four corners of the world, and even the barbarians dared not invade. Later, she raised an army of two hundred thousand and plotted to usurp the throne. Guilty of a capital crime, she was sentenced to be torn apart by chariots. Her body was abandoned in the wilderness, unburied, and eventually became a pile of bones.

[She never regretted it, though those words were nothing but bluster. She died once, and when she opened her eyes again, she changed her mind about the things she had never regretted before.]

Theme: True love grows stronger with time. It does not fade as time passes or change because of outside influences.