With Eight Boats to Straddle, You're Bound to Fall

Her fiance, once blessed with extraordinary talent, falls into ruin, and she heartlessly abandons him. She captures an elegant young nobleman and makes him her mount. She beats her vicious, wicked younger brother to a pulp... What are oral fixation, skin hunger, and hypermasculinity? These men who all think they can rise in status by fathering her child must be seriously ill.

"I've got hundreds of tentacles. So what if I'm seeing eight people at once? That's less than one-twentieth of my legs! As the saying goes, the more friends you have, the more paths you can take."

"You call someone you sleep with until you're senseless, with a perfect hit rate, and who goes through pregnancy, morning sickness, a C-section, childbirth, and raising the kid, a friend?"

"Oh, then I guess they don't count as friends. They're just love debts."

"You've racked up quite a few debts, then."

But debts incurred must eventually be repaid.

Serious synopsis:

The Mingyun Pavilion prophesies that the realm will fall to a pure-yang body born in a year, month, day, and hour of pure yang. The sage issues an order: kill a hundred children.

From the capital to the surrounding cities, rivers of blood flow. A baby is secretly carried out of the palace's sleeping quarters and taken toward the frontier.

Eighteen years later, the second daughter of the Zhuokun Feng family breaks off her engagement in open court. She rejects the favored child of heaven and casts aside wealth and glory.

At first, she acts out of youthful indignation, unwilling to accept injustice. Later, she speaks up for the people, standing up for the oppressed masses who struggle merely to get by.

The girl's anger feeds on flesh and blood, setting her soul ablaze. She is determined to burn the bloated parasites gathered in the hall, all the way to the high court that rests easy, confident nothing can touch it.

"Oh, you mean I'm not that baby?"

Not a member of the imperial family, so she can't champion the oppressed? A person with a criminal record, destined to find every step difficult? A mere merchant's daughter, whose words are bound to carry little weight?

A daughter of a wealthy family: what is worth a thousand gold pieces, her outward status or her inner character?

If the girl's anger isn't directed outward, it will inevitably consume her from within.

Then she might as well unleash a towering inferno, overturn the world with the flames of karmic fire. Burn away vile deeds and depravity, and atone for the sins that bring disaster. Light the way forward for all people, and cleanse the whole world of its corruption.

Everyone has a one-sided crush, but there is a central romance.

The Widow Everyone Covets

Perhaps it was karma for smiling at her dying husband and saying, "Go to hell." Halfway through the funeral, beneath the bright lights, a guest pins her down on top of the coffin.

The coffin lid is half open. Beneath her lies her husband's cold corpse; above her, hot, muscular flesh. She scoffs and wraps her arms around the newcomer.

Deng Mingli is the daughter of a servant. The madam chooses her to accompany her son, who has a heart condition, and sends her to an aristocratic academy.

When the young master skips class, she gets scolded. When he gets into trouble, she's punished, then has to endure his vengeance for supposedly betraying him.

Her classmates at school mock her accent, while at home, complaints and arguments fill every day.

To pay off her debts, she poses nude for painters and keeps spoiled rich kids company. The harder she tries, the more miserable she becomes. The more she tries to escape, the deeper she sinks into the mire. Even the embrace from the person she admires is only meant to open her legs for the marriage partner who is disguised as a woman.

Until pictures of her half-naked paintings are everywhere.

Life is an absurd nightmare. There's no running and no escape.

But there is one place they can't reach.

Surrounded on all sides, Deng Mingli looks toward the high mountains and deep ravines.

Theme: Those who do evil will perish by their own hand