My Lady, Please Take a Seat (Female-Dominant World)

Rong Se is a greedy prostitute, hardly a virtuous person. But only in front of Xu Youyi does he become an ordinary young man, longing to be loved and anxiously fretting over every little thing. Xu Youyi, however, never believes him.

Xu Youyi has never met a young man as vain about his looks as Rong Se, or one who dares to deceive her again and again. He has opened her eyes. She's certain she could never like a man like him, even if he offered himself to her bed.

But what does that matter?

If Xu Youyi hates being pestered, then he'll just keep pestering her!

In this life, patience is the one thing Rong Se has in abundance.

And Xu Youyi will never get to marry anyone else!

In the wedding hall, Rong Se glares with phoenix eyes that grow impatient beneath his mask. In front of all the whispering guests, he catches her off guard, grabs her without shame, and crashes his lips against hers as if his life depends on it.

“My Wife Is Not to Be Trifled With” (Female-Dominated Society)

A calm, self-possessed noblewoman x a devoted, delicate young man

Mu Shengruo loves Song Lanyu with fervent, wholehearted passion.

When she refuses to agree to marry him, he always finds a way to make her heart waver.

No matter how many times he runs into a wall, he tells himself that as long as Song Lanyu hasn't married anyone, there is still a chance that one day they might share a life together.

But a great fire breaks out. He survives, yet somehow word begins spreading through the capital that the lady of the Song household has died.

In the pouring rain, he clutches an oil-paper umbrella and stumbles into the downpour, hurrying toward the Song residence.

Song Lanyu is dead? He doesn't believe it. It can't be true. He has to see for himself.

But a strange, delicate face appears beneath his umbrella. Her complexion is pale, and she furrows her brows slightly as she stops him.

She says she is a distant cousin from a branch of the Yun family, beyond the fifth degree of kinship. She has been to the Song residence and seen the body with her own eyes. The emperor is there now, so it would be unwise for him to go and cause more trouble.

Her manner is firm, her expression certain.

Mu Shengruo's fingertips tremble. The oil-paper umbrella falls to the ground, and he stands drenched in the rain, all color draining from his face as he looks at the strange noblewoman before him.

The strange noblewoman grips the umbrella handle ever more tightly. She wants to say something, but in the end, she presses her lips together.

At the time, Song Lanyu chose to keep the truth hidden.

Everything followed the other plan Song's mother had made before her death, quashing all conflict before it could arise.

But Song Lanyu misjudged both herself and the depth of Mu Shengruo's fixation.

A moment's carelessness, and he spots a flaw.

Like a little shadow, Mu Shengruo becomes convinced of her identity.

At the New Year's Eve banquet, Song Lanyu agrees to marry him to get rid of him and keep Emperor Liu from growing suspicious.

She forces herself to ignore how pale his face turns beneath the octagonal palace lanterns.

Song Lanyu thinks the young man will finally give up this time.

She pours herself a drink without another thought, never imagining that a perfectly good marriage arrangement would fall through!

One proposal, then another, and the young man just won't give up.

Song Lanyu corners him in an alley, then storms away in anger.

After that, Song Lanyu finally gets some peace and quiet.

She thinks she has gotten rid of the little nuisance, but for some reason, a part of her heart suddenly feels empty.

She instinctively searches the corner of her eye for the figure she wants to see and doesn't want to see, and for the first time, feels unaccustomed to its absence.

The second time, she reassures herself that her little shadow has finally given up. It's better for him and for her. She should be happy.

But after a full half-month without his incessant chatter, Song Lanyu is not relieved at all. Instead, she is beside herself wondering why the heartless little thing still hasn't come to see her!

Coming soon: “My Husband Isn't to My Liking” (Female-Dominated Society)

A forgotten god x a young man who witnessed his own abandonment as a child, learned to disguise himself exceptionally well, and holds grudges fiercely

(A marriage schemed into being)

Wearing a veiled hat, the young man nearly vomits blood on the spot. He lowers his voice, fists clenched in tight restraint, and slowly speaks.

“Break up a marriage, and heaven will strike you with lightning.”

Zhuohua lounges over a fortune-telling stall, lazily listening to the beautiful young man complain tearfully and petulantly. She raises an eyebrow in amusement.

Struck by lightning? It would be like a tickle. She's not afraid.

Besides, this goddess is only doing it for his own good. That noblewoman looks wealthy, but her future is full of misfortune, and it seems she will have no descendants. It hardly sounds like a good match.

“My lord, the lady has left. Could you please pay for your fortune-telling?”

Zhuohua mutters to herself, counting on her fingers and calculating. With a faint smile, she moves the bamboo basket for money toward him, thinking, “Merit plus one.” With offerings, her divine power can recover another level, and even her nonchalant smile grows a little warmer.

“Come again next time, my lord.”

The beautiful young man's fingertips tremble slightly as he takes out some silver and tosses it into the bamboo basket. His lips are pressed tightly together. His veil conceals his expression, but he seems to be doing his best to suppress his excitement.

Zhuohua mulls over what she means, then watches the young man hurry away, stumbling as he leaves in a rush. She shakes her head. “Poor thing. Has he seen through worldly attachments just like that?”

She draws the bamboo basket back and sets it beside her, her movements smooth and unhurried. The lady taps the table with a finger and gives a slightly mischievous smile, her gaze shifting like peach blossoms in bloom. “Still, collecting offerings this way is really easy. I get some fun and restore my divine power, so it's the best of both worlds.”

The lady touches the offerings in the bamboo basket, spreading them apart and gathering them together again, looking utterly pleased.

One-line summary: Breaking up couples left her with a mountain of romantic entanglements.

Theme: Fate comes and goes, but you are there in the fortune.

Coming soon:

“After Marrying the Imperial Consort, I Want a Divorce”: Feng Zhaoyan has never fallen for anyone. The only time she took notice of someone at a palace banquet was because of something he said.

“The noblewomen of the capital are all a bunch of groveling toadies. Their sincerity is nothing but mud and rubble in the eyes of this imperial consort. Who cares for their flattery? I lower myself to play with them, and that's all. Is that really something to envy? How ridiculous.”

After that, whenever Feng Zhaoyan encountered this arrogant, haughty imperial consort at the endless palace banquets, she made a point of keeping her distance.

But at some point, the exalted imperial consort began showing up frequently at flower-viewing parties, poetry gatherings, and elegant soirees hosted by the great clans.

Feng Zhaoyan belatedly realizes that whenever she goes somewhere, Mu Yanheng is sure to be there.

The bold, arrogant imperial consort pursues her, even declaring that he has fallen for her!

Tipsy, Feng Zhaoyan looks at the imperial consort, who is pressing her aggressively and showing a hint of shyness. She finds the situation amusing.

Their Highness treats love like a game. It seems he has gotten bored lately and has decided to make her his latest amusement.

If that's the case, let's see what he intends to do.

In the pavilion, a gentle breeze blows and the palace lanterns sway. Feng Zhaoyan casts a slightly mocking glance downward.

To her surprise, Mu Yanheng suddenly closes his eyes and rises on tiptoe to meet her.

Feng Zhaoyan is completely unprepared and is forced to touch something soft. Then, amidst the clamour, a chorus of gasps and the sound of people dropping to their knees ring out beneath the pavilion.

For the first time in her life, Feng Zhaoyan is beaten with a cane in front of a crowd, humiliated in this way.

As the blows rain down, beneath the imperial authority, she thinks of many things, especially the imperial consort's contempt for the noblewomen that night. The memory comes vividly to mind.

Amid the faint sounds of mockery, Feng Zhaoyan lowers her eyes and suddenly smiles.

One-line summary: The imperial consort is so haughty that he ends up getting himself into trouble.

Theme: A skilled hunter often appears in the guise of prey.

Coming soon: “I Plucked a Black Lotus” (Female-Dominated Society)

The Fu residence is festooned with lanterns and decorations, with a wedding approaching.

Fu Ciyu holds an umbrella over a pitiful young man soaked through by the rain. Even after being deceived many times, she still can't bring herself to refuse him a handkerchief.

“What do you want this time?”

“I want you to marry me.”

The young man looks up, the corners of his eyes red. He clutches the hem of Fu Ciyu's official robe, holding on tightly.

Fu Ciyu never expected to meet someone like him in her career as an official.

He's ruthless and cold-hearted, willing to do anything to get what he wants. He lies constantly, deceives people completely, then casts them aside without a second thought, as if he was born without a heart.

She shouldn't have had anything to do with someone like him.

But a murder case in Huaiyang County ties the two of them together.

Fu Ciyu feels guilty, and he is so clever that on their very first meeting, he tugs on her sleeve and looks up at her pitifully. “Fu Ciyu, could you help me get home?”

The Shangguan family is the foremost clan in the capital, while the Cen family is separated from them by a chasm. Returning home is harder than reaching the heavens.

Fu Ciyu has no choice but to take him in for now and let him stay at her house while they make plans.

Assassination attempts come one after another, and gossip spreads through the streets and alleys.

Fu Ciyu has no choice but to take leave and go into hiding with him.

The little liar is delighted. He spends her money, always choosing the best and eating the best. Who knows how the Cen family raised him? He's even more pampered than an imperial consort.

Fu Ciyu often has doubts, but whenever he looks at her with those sparkling eyes, she swallows her questions.

Never mind. If you're going to help someone, see it through. All he wants is to go home.

Shangguan Fei has never known anyone could be so easy to fool.

And this person is the great enemy who killed him in his previous life.

Reborn, he's petty and determined to get even, no matter what.

As for returning to the Shangguan family, there's no better excuse to stay by her side.

He doesn't want to have to dodge assassination attempts on his own like he did in his previous life.

And Fu Ciyu, who rose to prominence in her previous life and became the new emperor's trusted favorite and a rising star at court, is clearly not to be underestimated.

He has to keep her happy and get her to clear every obstacle for him, then...

Kick her aside without mercy.

Tags: Court politics and nobility, powerful families, devoted love, reborn, happy ending, female-dominated society

Fu Ciyu Shangguan Fei

One-line summary: Deceived once, deceived every time.

Theme: Don't speak too soon. Always leave yourself some room, or the face-slapping will hurt.

“Conspiring for the Throne” (Female-Dominated Society)

The roads of Jinling are lined with splendor and prosperity, flowers dazzling like brocade. Everything lies at her feet.

Ji Luojin holds a long sword and slowly smiles. She will trample him beneath her feet, grind him into the dirt, crush his pride, shatter his faith piece by piece, and make everyone pay!

Her magnificent face is spattered with blood, and countless shattered bodies lie beneath the peach trees.

Not far away, a handsome young man in white, riding a fine horse, returns his sword to its scabbard. Beneath the bright sun, he kneels at her feet with a cold expression.

“Your Majesty, this subject is late.”

(A love-hate relationship between a powerful minister and an empress)

“She, the Empress, Has Lost Her Memory”: The cruel empress, who rules through widespread tyranny, loses her memory one day. She goes through fire and water, and when she comes to her senses, she discovers that her ministers no longer fear her...

One-line summary: The tyrannical empress puts away her claws.

Theme: Steel refined a hundred times becomes soft as a silken cord.

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Theme: Love sparks unexpectedly, and no one can predict it beforehand.