The Little Martial Uncle Loves Faking Her Death

People say that in this world, heroes are rising everywhere and prodigies are as common as the stars.

But some lament that Heaven is jealous of talent. Some people shine like a river of stars, only to vanish in an instant: the peerless young master who perished alongside the Demon Cult, the chivalrous Shaohua who stood firm to the death and saved a city, the newly appointed top scholar who pleaded for the people and died in the Hong River...

Listening to the storyteller's sighs, Cang Wu's mouth twitched. Those were all just the master's secret identities, faked deaths and all!

Yu Xixuan roams the world, free and unrestrained, punishing the wicked and eradicating evil. To keep others from taking revenge on her, and because she worries that one identity might rack up too much enmity, she has created plenty of secret identities. In short, with a secret identity to hide behind, she fears nothing.

But even with so many secret identities, people still come after her to settle old scores. Most importantly, some of those debts are “love debts.” Never mind when she incurred them. Things are urgent now, and there's only one way out. So should she die?

All she can say is that no matter how tightly she hides behind her secret identities, one day they'll all be exposed. Some problems can't be solved by death. It only makes them worse.

The Misty Sect's grand assembly is underway. The sect elders, the Grand Elder, and Yu Xixuan are all present.

The hall is solemn. Everyone sips their tea and discusses various matters.

Suddenly, Cang Wu rushes in.

“Master, your family's ancestral grave has been dug up.”

The Grand Elder sprays tea from his mouth. Yu Xixuan is his granddaughter, so doesn't that mean his family's grave has been dug up?

Yu Xixuan gasps. “What?”

Cang Wu pauses, then hurriedly corrects himself. “No, I mean your grave has been dug up.”

The sect leaders all shiver, wondering when their junior uncle had ever been buried.

The Grand Elder regains his composure and sets down his tea. He'd better hear the rest before taking another sip.

Yu Xixuan draws in a sharp breath and blurts out, “Which one?”

Everyone: ...!!!

The people in the hall cry out in shock and collapse, sending the whole place into chaos.

Feng Yexue is the junior disciple of the Misty Sect's chief elder. Though he isn't as busy as his senior brother, he still has a junior uncle breathing down his neck.

Every day, he swings between respecting his master and committing patricide.

His junior uncle is always up to no good, faking her death on a regular basis.

His daily routine goes like this: “Junior Uncle died again.”

A subordinate: “The master wants you to repair her grave.”

Feng Yexue: “...” He can only accept his fate. His junior uncle cares about ceremony. If she finds out he didn't repair her grave, she'll beat him to death.

And then? It's an endless cycle.

Die!

Repair the grave!

Die!

Repair the grave!

At last, the secret is exposed! What a joyous occasion, a cause for celebration.

Then someone gets kicked straight down the mountain.

Note: Feng Yexue is not the male lead. He's just an unfortunate nephew-disciple.

The male lead is still in development, so it's not certain yet.

Please add my upcoming novel, Qing Dynasty Transmigration: They Say Consort Tong Is Frail and Sickly, to your collection.

An Ning transmigrates into the Qing Dynasty during the Kangxi era, only to become the eldest legitimate daughter of the Tong family. Her grandfather is Tong Tulai, Grand Preceptor to the Crown Prince, and her aunt is Empress Xiaokangzhang. In short, Kangxi is her cousin, and she is not the historical Empress Tong.

The original owner fell ill after the start of winter and didn't make it to the New Year.

Now, an office worker who died in a car accident has become the eldest legitimate daughter of the Tong family.

Of course, with her health as it is, whether she'll even reach adulthood is anyone's guess. The Tong family doesn't have many expectations for her. Compared to her younger sister, who is being educated from childhood to become an empress, her life is downright leisurely, with the occasional fainting spell to remind everyone she's still around.

Oh, and she also has to deal with the young Kangxi Emperor, who hasn't yet taken power.

Looking at the little Kangxi, who is two years older than her, with most of his scalp showing and a thin braid hanging down the back of his head, she sighs mournfully. “Cousin, you've gotten ugly.”

He used to have chubby cheeks. After becoming emperor, he must have been thinking too much, because his face has nearly lost all its baby fat. He looks old before his time.

Ten-year-old Kangxi: “...Cousin, you've gotten even thinner too. Are you about to go see the ancestors?”

Tong Anning immediately clutches her chest like Xi Shi and lazily collapses onto the chaise longue, feigning weakness. “Cousin, you're truly prescient. A few days ago, I saw you wearing a peach-red tourmaline pendant. Why not give it to me as a burial offering?”

She even gives a very convincing cough.

Kangxi's face darkens. “...” She may be frail, but she's definitely faking it now.

Tong Anning instantly looks pitiful. “Cousin~~”

Little Kangxi takes a deep breath. “I'll have someone send it to you tomorrow.”

Tong Anning is immediately better.

Tong Anning thought she'd spend her life idly waiting to die. Who knew that when the palace selection came around, they would choose her, the sickly one, to enter the palace?

She looks at her younger sister, Tong Anyao, who had been eagerly anticipating this, and her mouth twitches. “Weren't we told it would be my younger sister?”

Tong Guowei sighs. “His Majesty was worried about your health. He was afraid you would become miserable if you weren't selected.”

Madam Tong immediately embraces her in distress. “My poor daughter!”

She sounds as if she's mourning her.

Tong Anning's face darkens. “Didn't you say I was exempt from the selection?”

Tong Guowei: “An imperial decree cannot be disobeyed.”

In truth, he was astonished too.

His eldest daughter has entered the imperial palace. Who knows how long she'll live? He'll probably have to keep training his younger daughter.

After Tong Anning enters the Forbidden City, everyone in the harem knows her as a frail invalid. Whoever crosses her ends up in trouble.

She hears something nasty and falls ill from stress. A consort is put under house arrest.

She suffers a grievance and takes to her bed. A consort is demoted.

She gets a minor injury and ends up at death's door. A consort loses her job.

The consorts look at Kangxi in anguish. “Your Majesty~~”

Kangxi smiles gently. “The Noble Consort is frail and sickly. My beloved consorts, please be considerate.”

The consorts: “...” Shouldn't the Noble Consort be the one considerate of them?

And so, everyone in the harem burns incense and kowtows every day, wondering when they'll get to burn incense for the Noble Consort. But it seems the imperial palace has good feng shui. Even when certain people close their eyes for good, the Noble Consort remains frail and sickly, living a beautiful life.

Blurb for my upcoming novel, The Daily Adventures of a Second-Generation Emperor

At the end of the Wei Dynasty, nearly half the population had been lost. Officials and merchants colluded, the people suffered, and natural disasters struck one after another. The people were displaced, and heroes rose up in rebellion. Then Emperor Jingyuan pacified the realm and unified the land.

Unfortunately, after a lifetime of warfare, Emperor Jingyuan died after only ten years on the throne. On his deathbed, he passed the throne to his fourth surviving son, Huo Jinyu.

Emperor Jingyuan came from humble beginnings. From the moment he rose to power, he did things by no one's rules. After founding his dynasty, he ruled with an iron fist and cracked down harshly on corruption, striking fear into every official at court.

Looking at the new emperor, who was only thirteen, some officials were gravely worried, some watched with predatory interest, and some breathed a sigh of relief at last escaping Emperor Jingyuan's shadow.

The young emperor, Huo Jinyu, kneels in the mourning hall. She looks at the ancestral tablets before her and at the eunuchs and palace maids keeping her company, and falls silent. What is this supposed to be?

She died and was reborn into the body of an emperor about to ascend the throne. What's more, this person has the same name as her and is actually a girl. When she first arrived and heard the eunuchs addressing her, she thought she'd ended up in some matriarchal dynasty. Only later did she learn that the emperor was a girl disguised as a boy.

Then she takes a quick look at the mess the late emperor left behind, and her head starts to ache even more.

The west is suffering drought and locust plagues, the south is flooded, and the northern borders are restless. The east is the sea, so nothing has happened there for now. The dynasty is showing signs of collapse. And if the officials find out who she really is, the court will probably descend into even greater turmoil.

Jinyu lets out a long sigh. Being a second-generation emperor really isn't easy!

Things have come to this, so she can only roll up her sleeves and get to work!

The officials discover that although the new emperor is young, she has plenty of ideas. They watch her control floods, reform the bureaucracy, establish the civil service examinations, build seaports, and seek out better crops... She turns sand into glass, uses strong cement to fortify city defenses, creates horseless carriages, and builds sky lanterns that can carry people...

Everyone marvels that Heaven's mandate must lie with the Jing Dynasty. They had thought it would fall apart after Emperor Jingyuan's death, but then another Huo Jinyu appeared. The entire court has complete faith in the new emperor. If she claimed to be a deity, they would believe her without question.

And then...

They discover that the new emperor is a woman!

The court officials are horrified. They stare at one another, utterly dumbfounded. Surely this is a joke.

Huo Jinyu asks in surprise, “Is the fact that I'm a woman really more astonishing than the fact that I'm a deity?”

The officials: “...”

No, both are astonishing!

Theme: Even when you're in a difficult situation, you can still find your way into the sunshine!