I Ran Off Pregnant After Falling for a Snow Lotus

After Becoming the Cool and Aloof Immortal Venerable's First Disciple is now updating! QAQ This witty, lazy little sweetheart and her cool, naturally airheaded little immortal boy are asking everyone who likes this trope to please add the story to your library.

There's also a little merfolk with two personalities waiting for your love! The blurb for The Mermaid's Many-Layered Tricks is below.

Blurb

#The Purehearted General's Daily Life of Being Wooed#

#The Ice Queen Made the First Move#

#The Pure and Rebellious Snow Lotus Leaves Her High Pedestal of Her Own Accord#

Young General Nie Gantang traveled to Nanyan with her mother. The sky was clear that day, and it happened to be Nanyan's divine festival.

The banished immortal atop the altar had hair white as snow. He danced the sacrificial dance to the music, his eyes a deep blue and devoid of emotion, like a still, unfathomable sea.

She thought then, what a wonderful thing it would be to have a husband like him.

Unfortunately, the Holy Son of Nanyan was destined to serve the gods for his entire life, taking a god as his wife. He had to preserve his purity until the end of his days.

Nie Gantang didn't believe in gods, but she wasn't foolish enough to antagonize the faith of someone else's land. There were handsome men everywhere. Why fixate on one Holy Son?

She didn't make a move, but that snow-lotus-like immortal came to her himself.

Luo Zhehe stepped barefoot onto the cold stone slabs in the courtyard. Beneath the watery moonlight, he danced the sacrificial dance for her alone.

“This dance is one every Holy Son of Nanyan must learn, and it is performed to summon the gods. When I was chosen as the next Holy Son as a child, I knew that the gods would be my wife, and that I would spend the rest of my life serving Nanyan's people and the gods. But today, I dance for you because I want to tell you...”

He leaned toward Nie Gantang. His expressionless face somehow softened, his eyes grew gentle, and his voice was quiet.

“From this day on, you are my god.”

It was so easy to fall in love. From their first meeting to falling for each other, it seemed to take only a few days.

Nie Gantang didn't know that what she thought was love was merely this immortal-like youth's deliberate act of rebellion against the gods. He was the one who resembled a god most, yet believed in them least.

Luo Zhehe didn't know either that this young general, who seemed so easy to fool, had only entered into a brief romance with him out of curiosity about men and women, while escaping her strict mother's watchful eye.

So when he grew tired of playing, she withdrew just as quickly. He hadn't even figured out how to end things before their relationship had already reached its conclusion.

She returned to the capital without a care in the world, and they lost contact.

The immortal still danced beneath the moon, and the general still rode freely across the land. It seemed nothing had changed, yet somehow everything had.

Luo Zhehe often thought of the moonlight as they drank together, and of their fingers entwined beneath its glow.

The immortal was the first to fall in love. The one who hadn't fallen for him was far away in the capital, as if she'd already forgotten that she had once loved him.

When they met again, Luo Zhehe saw the injured woman before him, barely clinging to life. His eyes were full of both worry and excitement. He was just about to take her home when a little bundle tumbled out of the haystack beside them.

The child, who looked seven parts like him, pointed a knife at him and shouted, “Don't you dare touch my mother!”

Luo Zhehe slowly smiled.

So you haven't forgotten me either.

My god.

Nie Gantang once asked him why, if he wanted to betray the gods, he had chosen her out of all the people in the world.

At the time, Luo Zhehe casually replied that he admired the blasphemy in her eyes.

But one afternoon, many years later, he finally realized...

It was love at first sight, a feeling no one had ever taught him.

Nie Gantang: Straight as an arrow, purehearted, the dream of countless young men, General Gantang

×

Luo Zhehe: Cool as snow, white-haired and blue-eyed, a seductive boyfriend, Holy Son Zhehe

*The male lead only pretends to be an aloof, high-and-mighty beauty. His mental state is unhinged on a daily basis, and he's half a clown and half a childish brat.

*One-on-one, devoted in body and heart. A run-away-with-the-baby story, but even after giving birth, the heroine still doesn't understand love. The male lead is the only one chasing after his wife (nodding emphatically).

*They part on good terms before she runs away with the baby. The heroine suggests it, and only discovers she's pregnant after returning home.

*The baby isn't close to his father, and there will be a rivalry between them for the heroine's attention, possibly a little outrageous (?).

*This isn't a story where the mother raises the child through hardship, only for the father to show up and reap the rewards. Someone else raises the baby.

*The setting includes matriarchal society. The heroine faces no social pressure for having a child out of wedlock, and the story includes men marrying into a woman's family. If this trope is new to you, please consider carefully before starting.

*Comments from people who only read the blurb are politely declined, as are baseless complaints.

*Enjoy, sweethearts!

Cover artist: Fuyu from Majian Guan

Blurb for I'm Taking the Overachiever Immortal Venerable to Embrace Laziness

A sweet, lazy girl who refuses to overwork herself × a cool, naturally airheaded little immortal boy

Lin Yan transmigrated.

The good news: She fell out of a tree and survived, landing in a scenic retreat wreathed in immortal mist.

The bad news: She wandered around for ages without finding an exit. Not only that, she seemed to have disturbed the owner of the place.

He was tall and elegant, with exquisite features, like flecks of snow on a jade mountain. Butterflies sometimes perched on his shoulder, but his handsome face was expressionless, and he treated her as if she weren't there.

Every day, he did nothing but sleep and cultivate.

Lin Yan had things to do, too: eat fruit, sleep, and watch him cultivate.

They spent several peaceful days together. At last, a gap opened in the pocket dimension. Lin Yan jumped up and made a dash for it. The immortal, who had eaten nothing and subsisted only on dew, finally spoke.

“Why don't you cultivate?”

Lin Yan: ???

“Because eating and sleeping are much nicer!”

The immortal paused, then picked up a piece of fruit. “I don't understand. Teach me.”

“That's rude. I'm not teaching you.”

Anyway, this lady was leaving.

At the annual selection for prospective disciples of the immortal sects, Immortal Venerable Zhuoying emerged from three months of seclusion. The young people hoping to join the sect admired him, but none expected the Immortal Venerable, who never accepted disciples, to take an interest in anyone.

Yet the immortal atop the high platform, as beautiful as snow and green bamboo, pointed to the most unremarkable little female cultivator in the crowd, surprising everyone.

Lin Yan, pointing at herself in disbelief.jpg: Who? Me?

What a petty little guy. He really held a grudge.

Everyone thought the ordinary little female cultivator must be a once-in-a-generation genius. But after several rounds of tests, Lin Yan was still at the very bottom of the rankings. What's more, Immortal Venerable Zhuoying, who usually did nothing but cultivate and hunt demons, inexplicably appeared at a street-food stall in the market at the foot of the mountain.

The cultivators: There must be some kind of demonic influence in that food stall, right? There has to be!

Ever since he could remember, Jiang Zhongxue had known only cultivation.

He could never understand what other people were thinking.

He didn't understand why his mother always looked at him with such sorrow.

He didn't understand why the people who had once admired and followed him changed their faces, surrounded him, and called for his death.

The little female cultivator who loved taking him sightseeing gently held him as he lay at death's door.

“They all say I was born a demon. But how do you distinguish a human from a demon?”

“Humans are born knowing love. Demons don't concern themselves with such things.”

Jiang Zhongxue paused. “I really don't understand.”

“That's all right. I'll teach you.”

She taught him joy and sorrow. She taught him how to love and hate, and how to leap down from the snow-covered peaks into the mortal world.

Immortal Sect Express: Immortal Venerable Zhuoying has spent an entire month in seclusion in the alchemy room. A new kind of immortal pill may be about to debut in the cultivation world.

Jiang Zhongxue stared at the pill furnace, lost in thought.

I added too much salt. It's a little too salty. How can I make the clay-pot rice she likes?

*Sweet and lighthearted, one-on-one. The couple will have a proper romance.

*Probably a xianxia road-trip story _(:з"∠)_

Blurb for The Mermaid's Many-Layered Tricks

When Hang Jichu, the eldest daughter of Jingchuan's wealthiest merchant family, went to sea on business for the first time, she returned with a fortune and a curious creature.

The creature had a human torso and a fish's tail, snow-white skin, blue eyes, and the handsome appearance of a young man. At midnight, he would sing a captivating song. An elder in town said that Miss Hang must have caught a merfolk, for merfolk were famed for weaving waterproof silk known as mermaid silk.

Hang Jichu, who had been utterly uninterested, perked up at once. Wasn't this a new business opportunity?

So she settled the little merfolk in a specially made weaving room. He trembled in fear, and after she tried to coax and threaten him again and again, he helplessly shed tiny pearls.

...It seemed mermaid silk wasn't all that important after all!

Hang Jichu began researching how to make the little merfolk cry.

For the sake of sustainable business, bullying the little merfolk was absolutely out of the question. The right way for a high-quality merchant to do things was to prepare little surprises every day and earn pearls by making him cry tears of gratitude.

Surrounded by all the gifts, the little merfolk realized that Hang Jichu especially liked his tears, so he cried even harder. Without ever saying it aloud, the two of them reached a peculiar business arrangement.

But just as Hang Jichu was preparing to expand her business and break into the jewelry trade, the little merfolk suddenly stopped crying.

He kept a smile on his face, his lips curved sweetly. He only sobbed when Hang Jichu ignored him.

Hang Jichu: So should I comfort him or leave him alone?

The little merfolk's moods were ever-changing. For the sake of the pearls, Hang Jichu could only keep him at arm's length, until one day she overheard him talking to himself.

“QAQ You said it was my turn to come out today, Chengli. You broke your promise.”

“But I wanted to eat honey-glazed ham with Big Sister today. She promised me yesterday.”

“QAQ You can't! I want to eat honey-glazed ham with Big Sister, too.”

“Oh, it's just for today. You can have both tomorrow and the day after.”

“QAQ I don't believe you! You always bully me! When we were captured before, you said it would be your turn the next day, but you made me face those horrible bad people for days, until Big Sister started treating me nicely and you came out!”

“Chengliu, there's no point in quibbling over things like that. Aren't we the same person?”

“QAQ That's true.”

“So what's wrong with letting me eat the honey-glazed ham this time?”

Hang Jichu: ...That's not the problem. Can someone explain what on earth is going on here?!

*Shrewd merchant heiress × little merfolk with a split personality

*The little merfolk's two personalities are a sweet, innocent crybaby and a scheming little green tea. He won't always have a fish's tail.

*One-on-one, happy ending.

Theme: Even after a lifetime together, they still eye one another warily.