Has the Concubine Coughed Up Blood Today?

[Male Kept Lover vs. Female Assassin] [One] After one of her missions, Wo Tan saved a handsome young man. Taken by his looks, she thought that since men liked keeping mistresses, she might as well keep one for fun too. But after saving him, Wo Tan discovered that her kept lover... was a sickly man who kept coughing up blood. Push him, and he fell over at once. Kiss him, and he stopped breathing on the spot. Make a dirty joke, and he coughed so hard he nearly passed out... Fortunately, though the sickly man wasn't fit for bed yet, he was diligent and capable. At least when she came home after a mission, there was a bowl of hot porridge waiting for her. And he had a wonderfully gentle, kind temperament. She practiced with her blades and swords in the manor while he played the qin and composed poetry. The two of them seemed... utterly mismatched, yet perfectly suited. Until she found out that this man was her enemy, the Ninth Prince of the current dynasty. The day she learned the truth, Wo Tan hurried home with her sword in hand, grinding her teeth as she wondered: Should she kill him first and then have her way with him, or have her way with him first and then kill him? [Two] The Ninth Prince, Jing Zhao, was modest, diligent, kind, and principled. He was the late emperor's most beloved son. If not for his congenital illness, he would have been named crown prince long ago. One day, he was ambushed. His guards were all killed, and he vanished without a trace. Later, when his attendants found him, their prince was being held by a brazen young woman who was kissing and groping him. The prince's ears were bright red. He turned his face aside helplessly and gently coaxed the female hooligan. "Let's eat first." The guards wept bitterly. "This is a terrible sin! We deserve to die for it!" Later still, the guards on duty saw their prince, who refused to return to the palace, deliberately wearing his clothes loose, baring his neck and collarbones to make the young woman gulp. The guards covered their faces with their hands. "...We might as well go blind." [Note: This is not a strong female lead story.] ▼---New pre-release: Demon Lord, Why Don't You Get Up?---▼ Yun Wei was an unaffiliated cultivator. Though her cultivation wasn't very high, she was living a thriving life as the Imperial Preceptor in the mortal realm. With a full belly, one starts thinking about sex. One day, as she rode out in her sedan chair, she saw a handsome young man with long legs and a tall stature. Her heart stirred, and she decided to bring him back to her manor as a live-in husband. Yun Wei confidently went up to grab him, but he knocked her flat with one move, nearly ripping out her spiritual root. Thinking quickly, Yun Wei changed her story and said she wanted to take him as her master. He withdrew his attack and asked leisurely, "I want to hear some music. What instruments can you play?" Yun Wei thought it over. "...Does whistling count?" He stared at her for a long while, then raised a hand and placed a spiritual contract on her. She hadn't found herself a husband, but had instead gained a powerful master, and Yun Wei was thrilled. She called him Master at every opportunity and shamelessly tried to curry favor with him. Then she discovered he was a demonic cultivator, and the contract he had made with her was a spiritual pet contract. So he'd taken her as a spirit pet? Yun Wei regretted it bitterly, but the contract was already sealed. Whenever he beckoned, she automatically hurried over with her back bent. "Would you like some water, Master?" As if her life weren't miserable enough, he treated her like a servant. He had plenty of cultivation, but his power worked only sporadically, and he was extraordinarily lazy. She had to handle flying swords and fighting, fan him when he was hot, and light a stove when he was cold... She even had to hand him his clothes after his bath! Her miserable days were so frustrating that she could only wait until he lost his powers to pinch his flesh a couple of times. Once his cultivation returned, she went back to nodding and bowing, running errands for him. Fortunately, heaven took pity on her. One day, an accident in a secret realm broke their contract, and she unexpectedly gained half her master's cultivation. Only then did she realize that this heartless man was actually the Demon Lord! Yun Wei was horrified. She ran off with his cultivation and went to the Hehuan Sect, planning to take a lover in each arm and enjoy having them both. But her luck was terrible. She had only just spotted a pretty-faced young sword cultivator when someone ruined her chances. The Demon Lord grabbed the young sword cultivator and asked Yun Wei, "What were the first words you said to me that day?" Yun Wei: "...Young man, looking for a wife?" Demon Lord: "Mm, I could be." ▼---Pre-release blurb: Have You Read a Sutra to the Director Today?---▼ Everything went wrong, and Yu Chun became an orphan. Life was hard, and Yu Chun didn't even know how to light a fire. With no other choice, she planned to head to a nunnery and scrounge up a meal. But before she could become a nun, the nunnery was raided. The people who raided the nunnery insisted she looked like the prefect's daughter and happily took her back to the prefect's residence. Only later did Yu Chun learn that they simply wanted her to serve the prefect's daughter in place of the real girl... who was to attend to a eunuch. Not long after, Yu Chun took the real girl's place and was sent to the eunuch's residence. Rumor had it that the eunuch held immense power, and even the current emperor feared him. He was a powerful eunuch in every sense. But when Yu Chun saw him in person, she was stunned. Wasn't this the poor scholar who used to live next door to her? The poor scholar had been miserable back then, and now he was just as magnificent. He raised his thin eyelids, making people's teeth chatter. "I hear you are talented in many ways, especially at the qin and painting. Why don't you play me a tune, Director?" "It's all made up. Please don't believe it, Director." "If you have no skills, how do you intend to please me?" The poor scholar wore an official's robes, his voice cold as ice. Yu Chun clutched her sleeve and glanced at him furtively. "I... I can recite sutras." He paused, then raised an eyebrow. "Fine. Recite a passage for me." The Director was a wicked man. Ever since she arrived at his residence, he always found ways to make Yu Chun recite sutras for him over and over again. Theme: Honesty is an asset in life. Deceiving others only works for a while, and you'll surely pay the price