The Brocade Tailor Shop

After an accident, Fu Shengyu had no choice but to return to her hometown and inherit her grandmother's brocade tailor shop. She settled into a monotonous life of making custom clothes for people every day. Before long, though, she noticed that the shop had two pairs of welcoming couplets. The one outside the front door was an ordinary festive greeting, while the one inside the inner door read, "People arrive without a stitch, and leave dressed in brocade." Well, would you look at that. This was actually a funeral-clothes tailor shop, with two entrances for two businesses and twice the income. Her grandmother had really mastered the art of business. Later, as Fu Shengyu took on more orders, she inevitably started receiving some rather abnormal ones. To avoid being dragged away along with the customers, she developed the good habit of going to bed early and getting up early every day. Once it's past seven in the evening, she absolutely will not go out. She will never accept a job that comes in after seven at night or before seven in the morning! A Taoist friend: Why is your shop closed at night? You're never there whenever I come looking for you. It's such a hassle. Fu Shengyu, her hand holding the scissors trembling slightly: Because I don't want to be horror-movie fodder QAQ Coming soon: Four Marriages. Please add it to your reading list. Blurb: Wen Yao is the finest blind zither player in the capital. She never mistakes one voice for another, but after getting married, she seems to keep mistaking other people for her husband. Once, while out working, she heard her husband's voice and went over, only to be told it was the current prince. How could a lowly musician like her dare approach a prince? On her way home after work, Wen Yao heard her husband's voice again. Thinking she couldn't possibly be wrong this time, she went over and called out to him, only to be mocked for being a blind woman who couldn't recognize her own husband. The man was the current Grand Censor, betrothed since childhood to a noble young lady. How could she dare mistake him for her husband? She could end up in prison! From then on, Wen Yao decided that whenever she went out, she had nothing to do with her husband. If anyone asked, she would say she didn't know him! Wei Sheng Huanlan knew that being poisoned as a child had left him with a bit of a problem, but he didn't think it affected him much. That was until one day, when he suddenly realized that the woman he loved seemed to have been snatched up by someone else. Furious, Wei Sheng Huanlan went to knock on the blind zither player's window in the middle of the night and asked if she would divorce her husband. He would marry her. Her husband came home late and left early, so he was clearly no good. Wen Yao, who could only recognize voices, thought her husband was joking: You're right. Only after Wen Yao was trapped in the prince's residence did she realize that she had never mistaken a voice. Every person she'd met who said they loved her had been the same man. One-on-one romance, blind zither player x prince with a split personality, Wen Yao x Wei Sheng Huanlan. Coming soon: I Have a Group Chat for Deposed Empresses Blurb: Ji Qingyu died on the day she was deposed as empress. She knew the murderer was the emperor, the man she had helped to the throne. After her death, a strange cat took her in. It said it was the Deposed Empress Comeback System, and that she was the deposed second female lead in a mindless, brain-rotting ancient romance about youthful angst: a sinister, power-hungry woman used to the utmost. The System was created from the readers' fervent wishes. In so many novels, the deposed empresses were clearly capable and beautiful, yet they lost all sense whenever the male lead was involved. The System had come to knock some sense into these love-struck fools on behalf of the readers! Ji Qingyu was delighted. "So how many have you brought to their senses?" The System, modest but a little proud: "You have to be kidding. I've got an entire group chat full of deposed empresses!" Ji Qingyu sensed something was off. "How many have you brought to their senses?" The System: "I've been open for years... but never closed a case..." Ji Qingyu: "Are you messing with me? :)" Later, when Ji Qingyu met her many group-chat friends, she nearly died on the spot. What was this, a group of deposed empresses? It was a walking think tank! Sisters, give me a chance! Deposed Empress No. 1: A victorious general who was invincible in battle Deposed Empress No. 2: A divinely appointed Imperial Preceptor with power over the entire court Deposed Empress No. 3: A master physician like Hua Tuo reborn Deposed Empress No. 4: An all-around military strategist who could plan for every eventuality Why bother being empress? Wouldn't it be better to seize the throne and become an empress in your own right? Visit the author's page to add it to your reading list~ Theme: Life comes first. Only by surviving can there be hope