The Little Concubine (Matriarchy)

The story goes VIP on Monday, November 18. Three chapters will be released that day~ Mu Nianbai had recently taken in a new concubine. This concubine caused trouble and ruined her plans. She really wasn't very bright. This concubine took off her clothes and climbed into Mu Nianbai's bed for ten taels of silver. She really had no shame. This concubine attracted admirers and picked fights out of jealousy. She really wasn't very virtuous. This concubine... The concubine obediently knelt before her, a pair of soft, boneless hands gently grasping at her skirts. She lifted her face, lovely as a hibiscus, as peach blossoms and plum blooms, a beauty impossible to forget. The concubine blinked her glistening eyes, her voice as lilting as an oriole's song. "Third Miss, I know I was wrong. Please help me this time." This concubine spoke gently and sweetly, currying favor with her. She was truly... truly beautiful and pitiful. Mu Nianbai gathered dew, planted parasol trees, and built a golden cage for her beautiful little oriole. But after she had been away from home for barely half a year, the bold little concubine opened the cage herself and ran off with someone else. Mu Nianbai watched Cui Tang kneel obediently before her once again and let out a low, amused laugh. "I think little orioles like you are better off kept in cages." "Don't you agree?" For ten taels of silver, Cui Tang climbed into Mu Nianbai's bed and became Third Miss Mu's concubine, her pampered little oriole kept in a cage. Cui Tang thought, one of them wanted money and the other wanted beauty. They were simply getting what they wanted. It had nothing to do with romance. Until he secretly became pregnant by that troublesome woman, and the all-powerful Third Miss Mu mysteriously disappeared on the road to the capital to conduct business. People said she was dead. Cui Tang knew it was time to find a new patron. Three years later, the newly appointed Crown Princess was stationed in Yangzhou, her power and influence unmatched. Recently widowed, Cui Tang brought along the little tagalong who had just learned to walk and, for ten taels of silver, went to ask Song Haowen, a trusted aide of the Crown Princess, for help. The heavy curtains slowly drew back, and Cui Tang's face suddenly turned pale. Mu Nianbai, dead for three years, curled her lips into a smile. Through a layer of gauzy fabric, she ran her hand over his willow-slim waist. Mu Nianbai laughed softly. "Little oriole, if you take off your clothes, who are you trying to show them to?" For the first time in his life, Cui Tang understood what it meant to be tormented. A cold-hearted wealthy Crown Princess x a somewhat scheming, but not very much, little oriole Reader's Guide: 1. Female lead is F, male lead is C. The male lead stays devoted to the female lead from beginning to end. 2. Some author-created elements regarding childbirth, same as the previous novel. 3. This is a 1v1 romance, 1v1, 1v1! Other men are just cannon fodder and tools to advance the leads' relationship. I have a 1vN story coming soon in my author page, so feel free to check it out (kisses). --- Coming soon: I Really Only Want to Be an Honest Person (Matriarchal Society). Blurb below. Please add it to your favorites --- On the first day after transmigrating, Song Lang inherited from the original owner a thatched hut that leaked from all four sides, a bony mule, and a patch of barren land. She diligently finished tilling the field, then stood at its edge wiping sweat from her brow as she watched the sunset. She thought, being an honest farmer wasn't so bad. Sure, the dynasty had all kinds of absurd taxes, plenty of corrupt officials who treated human life as worthless, countless powerful families who bled the people dry, and commoners who could barely make ends meet, never sure where their next meal would come from. But being a farmer was great! Earning your own living, finding joy in simple things, making do on your own, being self-sufficient, and never giving up! On the second day after transmigrating, Song Lang found a fair-skinned, beautiful young man with a delicate, soft body in the mountains. Though injured, the young man still swallowed his embarrassment, loosened the sash around his willow-slim waist, and said in a sweet, gentle voice like an oriole's song, "If my benefactor doesn't mind, I would be glad to serve you in bed." Song Lang worked hard to raise the pampered young man on a life of fine clothes and good food, and she was delighted. She had a house, a cart, and farmland. Now she even had a husband. Song Lang thought, deeply moved, that she really should have been an honest person! The young man had plenty of secrets he didn't want to share with her, but who didn't have a few secrets? The young man kept fussing about wanting to return to his father's home, but an honest person should cherish her husband and keep him in the palm of her hand! Song Lang packed their belongings and escorted the young man all the way back to the capital. Then she was swindled out of her money and possessions, and nearly lost her life too. Only belatedly did honest Song Lang realize she had fallen for a pig-butchering scam! Later, the rebel leader, notorious for cruelty and brutality, led her army of peasant soldiers into the capital and abducted the Ninth Prince Duan Ci, who was awaiting marriage in the imperial palace. Song Lang looked down impassively at the man she had once spoiled until he could do whatever he pleased, now kneeling naked in the great hall in the depths of winter. Terrified, trembling, and weeping, he did his best to strike every shameful, seductive pose he could. He meant to trade his battered body and what little dignity he had left for his family's chance to die whole. Song Lang walked toward him step by step and grabbed him by the throat. Tilting her head, she kindly wiped away the tear of panic in the corner of his eye with her fingertip. "I really only wanted to be an honest person." Tending the fields, feeding the chickens, driving the mule, and having a husband and children waiting at home in a warm bed. What could be better? She looked curiously at Duan Ci, who was trembling all over. "But why did you have to lie to me?" A corrupted honest person x a pitiful con artist Theme: Keep hope in your heart, even in adversity.