The Heavenly Que

An Ran, the legitimate eldest daughter of the Duke of Qi's household, was extraordinary from birth. Destined for greatness, she was as radiant as the morning clouds and as brilliant as a lotus in bloom. Deeply adored by the emperor and empress, she was made Princess Changping.

At seventeen, she was escorted into the imperial palace by the young emperor with a wedding procession stretching ten miles. But on the day of her wedding, she was beheaded, and her entire family was executed, not a single one spared.

When she opened her eyes again, she had become Xie Koukou, the dimwitted daughter of the last surviving branch of the Xie family. She possessed immense strength, yet her legs were rigid, her arms numb, and her eyes unable to move. Like a puppet on strings, she wandered the world alone.

She crossed rivers and mountains, reclaimed the use of her limbs and her sight, and broke her seals. Only her heart remained, left to rot and fester.

From then on, she was without heart or desire, without sorrow or joy. All she wanted was to destroy heaven and earth and bring down the Chen dynasty.

Ever since the year she saved him, sought doctors and medicine for him, and cared for him tenderly, then turned around and declared aloud to everyone that he belonged to her, Chen Ke had kept Changping firmly in his heart, unable to bear letting her go.

But after he regained his identity and saved enough money to ask for her hand, he learned that she was already betrothed.

He watched as she received love poems from the man, and listened to the tenderness between them. Then he set fire to all the rare treasures he had gathered from far and wide. From then on, he wore a jade-green crown and told everyone that he had been cuckolded, and that the woman he loved was blind to his worth.

In the blink of an eye, everything changed and his beloved was gone. He thought he was destined to live out his days alone, but then she returned from the dead.

From then on, when she killed, he handed her the blade; when she set fires, he poured on the oil. All he wanted was to descend into hell with her, pass through the cycle of rebirth with her, and never be parted, in life or death.

Chen Jingyu believed he had never loved her, that he had used her from beginning to end. But after he slaughtered the An family and seized absolute power, he found himself longing for the radiant woman who had once stood before him to shield him.

He searched the land for eminent monks, hoping only to bring her back to life. He was willing to wait ten or twenty years, even surrender his kingdom, if only she could return.

Next book: The Peacock Flies Southeast

The Buddha says that saving one life is worth more than building a seven-story pagoda.

Cong Sheng saved a man, but in doing so went from being a bride carried in an eight-person sedan chair to a lowly concubine.

Fortunately, she does not believe in Buddha.

She believes in Daoism.

Wei Ya, a renowned cavalry general from a prestigious family, had studied both literature and martial arts since childhood and was well versed in military strategy. He was determined to reclaim the lands Great Ning had abandoned and rebuild the northern defenses. To that end, he even adorned himself with flowers and presented himself as a suitor for Princess Fujia, hoping she could sway the emperor and help him achieve his ambition.

But on the day of the selection, he received word from a trusted aide that his newly acquired concubine had run away and vanished.

The wine cup in his hand crumbled to dust, while the princess turned her attention to a fair-faced scholar.

Several years passed. He was still alone when, at a banquet hosted by the princess, he saw the woman who had returned from the dead.

She wore red as bright as fire, her features unchanged. She held the hand of a child of three or four who looked exactly like him, yet called another man Father.

Coming soon from the next-door author: Reborn as the Lazy Big Sister

With their parents gone, Zhou Mo acted as both father and mother, raising her younger siblings into adulthood. But the children she had raised were all one disappointment after another.

Her eldest younger brother was tall and burly, but all bluster and no substance. Someone stole his job, his wife ran off with another man, and even the last few acres of ancestral land were taken from him. All he could do was hold his child and cry to her.

Her second brother was the son of a successful candidate in the imperial examinations, yet spent his days in the company of thugs and rogues, stealing chickens and dogs and getting into fights. From time to time, he even came to extort his own sister. In the end, he was sentenced to immediate execution for murder, dying before he was even eighteen.

But the one who broke her heart most was her second younger sister, Zhou Yuan. Worried about her frail health, Zhou Mo never made her do any work or even sew a single stitch. She said nothing when her sister stole her jewelry, and did not get angry when she cut up her wedding dress. She even humbly asked her mother-in-law to find her sister a good match. Yet her sister was still unsatisfied. She resented, envied, and hated Zhou Mo, and finally, while Zhou Mo was giving birth, slept with her husband and angered her to death on the delivery bed.

The only one who ever comforted her was her youngest sister. Sadly, that sensible, clever child died young of a winter chill.

The once-glorious Zhou family, whose members had passed the imperial examinations, had not a single person meet a good end.

When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the past. In this new life, all she wanted was to pack her things and leave, never again to care for the demons who sucked her blood and devoured her flesh.

Who could have guessed that the people she could not wait to abandon would take her hand and say, "Big Sister, don't be afraid. We'll protect you from now on!"

People gossiped that she was too old to marry and was a disgrace to proper society. Then the dynasty's youngest top scholar wrote an ode to the eldest Zhou sister, and it spread through every street and alley. Even the emperor learned of Zhou Mo, the eldest Zhou sister who was said to rival Mencius's mother.

When her former husband and mother-in-law from her past life came demanding that she honor their betrothal, the seventeen-year-old military top scholar punched them until their faces were swollen like pigs and threw them out of the courtyard.

Someone said she was ugly and dressed even worse. The owner of the Brocade House put her hands on her hips and ordered the maids and matrons, "Go on, all of you! Show them what a beautiful woman in gorgeous brocade looks like!"

The owner of the Heavenly Fragrance Tower took her hand and spoke gently. "Big Sister, don't be shy. That person has waited for you for years. Won't you take another look?"

That person said, "The flowers are blooming along the road. You may take your time coming home."

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