Consort Liang Doesn't Want a Love Triangle Either [Qing Transmigration]

Programmer Wei Suyao transmigrates into the Qing dynasty as a palace maid. She can't vaccinate people against smallpox, can't build missiles, and can't reveal the course of history. The only thing she can do, programming, is of no use here.

She has no advantage as a time traveler. She's useless.

To make matters worse, Consort Hui takes a liking to her face and wants her to seduce Kangxi to secure his favor.

Wei Suyao is close to tears. Your Highness, romance is what she's worst at! Even cleaning the chamber pots would be easier!

With more than twenty years of being single behind her, plus the mindset of a thoroughly practical woman, Wei Suyao never understood why Kangxi and Cao Yin both fell for her.

One promised never to take another woman, saying his harem would end with her, and used both threats and enticements to pursue her relentlessly.

The other kept smilingly arranging to run into her every few days, while secretly sabotaging her relationship with Kangxi.

Wei Suyao realized it all far too late. She thought everyone was so friendly and the world was full of kindness and beauty.

It wasn't until she spent a night with Cao Yin by accident and was forcibly made a Noble Lady by Kangxi that she realized the two men had long been at loggerheads.

Young Cao wins by a narrow margin. The story contains countless fictional details. Inspired by Cao Yin's "Recounting the Red Chamber in Verse."

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Advance title: My Late Husband's Brother Covets Me, a possessive romance.

Hu Xueming and Han Xiao were betrothed as children, but Han Xiao was ordered to go to war, and all news of him stopped.

Everyone said that the eldest Han son had died in the northern campaign. They lamented that such a dashing young man, in the prime of his life, had met his end wrapped in a horse's hide.

Hu Xueming shed countless tears for him.

But she could not withstand the insistence of both families' elders, and married the sickly third son of the Han family.

Fortunately, after their wedding, they treated each other with respect and lived in harmony.

Three years later, Han Xiao returned victorious. The people lined the streets to welcome him, and the emperor bestowed grand rewards upon him.

By then, Hu Xueming had yet to recover from her husband's death. She covered her reddened eyes with heavy makeup, put on mourning clothes, and went out to greet her old friend.

The boy who had once laughed and chatted with her had endured the wind, sand, and hardships of war. Now he was a formidable general, imposing and awe-inspiring.

One called the other "Elder Brother," the other replied "Sister-in-law." Separated by the dead man's memorial tablet, they tore apart the bond they had shared since childhood.

The person Han Xiao had longed for day and night on the battlefield had become a forbidden desire.

He considered himself blessed by the emperor's favor. What could he not have? And yet, of all the things in the world, he could never have her again.

She could remarry anyone. Yet of all the people in the world, she could never desire him.

Han Xiao could not accept it.

At last, after someone came to propose marriage to Hu Xueming, Han Xiao could no longer hold back and knocked on her bedroom door.

"Is there still a place for me in your heart, sister-in-law?"

"Mind your words, Elder Brother. A younger brother's widow is off-limits. To take her would be adultery."

"Adultery?"

Han Xiao smiled viciously, took her delicate wrist, and swept her into the bed curtains in his arms.

"If you don't speak and I don't tell, then even if we spend every night together, who will ever know?"

Theme: Stay optimistic.