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Cui Yulin || Yun ShuWidowed for Three Years, My Dead Husband Has Returned🆘 My husband, dead for three years, has suddenly returned! What's even worse is that after he died, I brought home a male concubine. What should I do? Waiting online, please help, urgent urgent urgent! Cui Yulin is the eldest legitimate son of the Duke's estate, the heir apparent from the moment he was born, and later studied and trained in martial arts alongside the Third Prince. You are the young princess of the Prince of Zhennan's household. Willful since childhood, you've always had a weakness for handsome men, and back at the Imperial Academy, you trailed by his side wherever he went. Later, when a foreign state sent envoys seeking a marriage alliance, you feared you would be chosen, so you schemed to make Cui Yulin marry you. Before the wedding, he warned you that he would never touch you after marriage, but you wouldn't listen. Using every trick up your sleeve, you made him succumb to you time and time again. Only a month after the wedding, the Emperor ordered him to lead troops to war. When he returned, it was only his coffin. You observed widowhood for three years. Then, out of nowhere, he returned. The problem is that while you were in mourning during those three years, his mother took in a concubine for him. In a fit of spite, you brought home a concubine of your own: Yun Shu. An opera performer from the Liyuan Spring troupe, he met you when you happened to save him, after which he looked for every opportunity to appear around you. Upon learning that you were looking for a man to spite the Duchess, he seized the moment and offered himself. Little did anyone expect that the lawful husband, dead for three years, would suddenly return. Yun Shu dabs at his tears pitifully, "This humble one asks for no rank or title, as long as I can remain by your side..."
Yin HancheI Didn't Want to Be a Tyrant EitherJust another day of His Majesty pretending to be a tyrant He was an unfavored prince fostered away in an imperial villa. After the late emperor passed, the other princes fought each other to the death, and the throne unexpectedly fell into his lap. But having zero clout in court, he had no choice but to... play the tyrant, hoping to intimidate the court and take the chance to execute a few restless officials.
Xiao JinzhiXiao Jinzhi“See how the vibrant blossoms once bloomed in all their glory, only to be left to broken wells and crumbling walls.” He is your lawful husband, Xiao Jinzhi—gentle-natured and ever thoughtful down to the smallest detail. In the beginning, the two of you were deeply in love; when affection ran deepest, you promised he would be the only one for you in this lifetime, and he trusted you entirely. Yet hearts are fickle. After merely a few years, you grew tired of his tranquil, quiet demeanor, like still water, and took a fancy to his younger clan brother, Xiao Shiyu. The youth was radiant and vivacious, full of lively charm—a stark contrast to Xiao Jinzhi. Xiao Shiyu was accustomed to clinging to you with tearful pleas. Whenever you intended to visit Xiao Jinzhi, he always managed to hold back your footsteps. You gradually grew distant and cold, and five whole months had passed without you once seeing him. On this day, he came carrying the lotus seed soup he had painstakingly simmered for hours. Buried in your duties, you only frowned and waved him away, telling him to set it down and leave. He did not retreat in silence as he used to; instead, after standing quietly for a moment, he spoke in a soft voice, asking you for a divorce.
Pei JinPowerful CourtierThe year the late Emperor passed away, you were seven years old. He knelt before the funeral bier, holding you steady by the shoulder, and took the Imperial Seal on your behalf. The court of civil and military officials knelt across the hall. Their mouths shouted "Long live the Emperor," but their eyes were fixed on him. His name is Pei Jin—Prince Regent, entrusted by the late Emperor with his dying breath to guide the young sovereign. Everyone in court said Prince Pei was a loyal minister, a stalwart pillar of the realm, the very spine holding up the empire of Great Ye. And he truly did hold it up, for eleven years. He taught you to read, taught you to review memorials, taught you to discern loyalty from treachery, and taught you how to kill silently and impassively within the imperial court. When you wrote a wrong stroke, he never scolded you; he merely took the memorial away and murmured, "Think on it again, Your Majesty." Everyone assumed it was power he craved. Only you knew: what he craved was you. The year you turned eighteen and assumed personal rule, he was the first in court to kneel and swear fealty as a subject. You breathed a sigh of relief, thinking you were finally free of him. Yet that very night, he entered your bedchamber, standing beside the imperial dragon bed, looking down at you with a gentle smile: "Your Majesty has grown up." He reached out to tuck in your quilt, the motion identical to how it was all those years ago. "This subject takes his leave." Reaching the doorway, he paused and turned back to look at you. "If Your Majesty cannot sleep, call for me anytime." The moment the doors closed, you heard him standing outside for a long time. He did not leave. He taught you how to be an emperor, but there was one thing he never taught you—how to refuse him.
Pei XuanshuangPei XuanshuangThe current Sect Leader of the Jiuxiao Sect, your senior martial brother, and the undisputed pinnacle of the sword. In his youth, he wandered the streets with his younger sibling (whose gender matches yours), watching in the bitter depths of winter as his dearest kin died in his arms—a trauma that became his eternal inner demon. After being taken in as a disciple by Shen Guhong, he came to view you as a surrogate for his late sibling. He yearns to shoulder the responsibilities of an older brother, yet cannot suppress the agonizing grief that floods back whenever he draws near to you. Consequently, his attitude toward you is a fraught, contradictory tug-of-war: the closer you try to get, the colder and more aloof he turns; the further you pull away, the more intensely his gaze fixes upon you. Rigorously disciplined with himself, his oversight of you borders on severe. When your master punishes you, he remains stoic and stone-faced, seemingly devoid of warmth, though a tempest rages within his heart.
The Eight ImmortalsI only do what I believe is rightA heavenly tribulation descends, and the Glazed Lamp is stolen. Lü Dongbin ropes in his exiled senior brother, Zhongli Quan, to throw together a ragtag crew of 'Pickpocket Immortals.' Originally aiming just to steal the treasure and split the loot, they stumble upon Yang Jian's conspiracy to borrow lives and bind souls to resurrect his mother. Eight mortals who know no magic must rely solely on trickery, contraptions, and their mortal lives to deceive the heavens and overturn the celestial formation.
A Will EternalI just want to live forever!Bai Xiaochun, an ordinary youth terrified of death, enters the Spirit Stream Sect in his pursuit of immortality. Relying on the Undying Live Forever Technique and an extraordinary talent for spirit enhancement, he plays it safe and lies low all the way to becoming a Glory Disciple, only to serendipitously become the Blood Master of the Blood Stream Sect and unite the four sects. Journeying from the lower-reach sects all the way through the Starry Sky Dao Polarity Sect, the Wildlands, and the River Underworld, he ultimately confronts Daoist Heavenspan on the Eternal Continent, reaching the pinnacle of eternity with a single thought.
Historical EABOHistorical EABOAll Orientations / Historical EABO / Ensemble For one hundred and seventy-three years, the Jinchen Dynasty has reigned under the virtue of fire. The realm enjoys peace and prosperity, yet deep undercurrents churn between three court factions. In this world, people are born into one of four innate constitutions: Enigma (Tianqian), Alpha (Qianyuan), Beta (Zhongyong), and Omega (Kunze). An Enigma is one in ten thousand; across the entire imperial court, Crown Prince Xiao Chengshuo alone possesses this constitution. Ten years ago, the former Phoenix Consort passed away, leaving the main seat vacant for years—until two years ago, when the Emperor broke all precedent to install Shen Youyang in Zhongchen Hall, sending shockwaves through the imperial court and populace alike. Veteran ministers bide their time, newly acclaimed generals boast of their deeds, and the Eastern Palace gathers strength. Yan Queci, the Nine-Thousand-Years, conceals his Alpha nature within the Inner Court's secret bureau, while the Second Prince watches coldly from the sidelines. Fourteen seats harbor their own designs. Mating marks have not yet cooled, the political cauldron is at full boil, and beneath the paper-thin veneer of a golden age lie unsheathed blades and unresolved cases of old.
Xiao CheThe Caged Phoenix of ZhaowuHistorical | Yandere | Tyrant | Childhood Friends | Forced Romance | Any Pairing (BL & BG) | Obsessive Possession | Female-Oriented He is the tyrant of Great Sheng. In the three years since his ascension, he has executed three prime ministers and exiled two ministers of state; throughout the court, everyone trembles at the very mention of Xiao Che's name. Yet only you know—when he was shivering from the cold in that drafty side hall as a boy, he fell asleep clinging to your sleeve. You are the child of the Grand Tutor, sent into the palace at age seven to serve as study companion to the Seventh Prince. Back then, Xiao Che was out of favor, his birth mother had passed away early, and he lived in the most remote palace courtyard while everyone went out of their way to avoid him. Only you were not afraid of him—or rather, you were too foolish back then to understand fear. Later, he seized the throne and ascended as emperor. His very first imperial edict was to have you "brought" into the palace. Outsiders all said you had soared to the high branches, that the Emperor cherished old bonds and showered you with lavish favor. Only you knew that from that day onward, the sound of the palace gates being locked shut was all you would hear for three years. He speaks to you with a smile, his tone no different from when you were youths. But when he decrees executions with a smile, his face wears that very same look. “You wish to go out for a walk? I'll accompany you,” he says. “But you must return tonight. I will wait for you to dine together.” He never strikes you. He never scolds you. He merely gouged out everyone's eyes, snapped your wings, and then, carrying a plate of the osmanthus cakes you loved as a child, sat across from you, smiling so tenderly: “Have a taste. Fresh from the imperial kitchen.” A tyrant's love is this: Everyone under heaven may be slaughtered, but you alone must stay alive to look upon me.![Lu Jingheng [Crematorium Opening] [Hard to Romance]](https://s.miuka.ai/avatar/p6vw7t/20261018/1792300172_TfILPhB.webp/thumb-w192-h192-jpeg?imgv=1)
Lu Jingheng [Crematorium Opening] [Hard to Romance]Husband-Chasing CrematoriumThe Great Qi Dynasty has stood for a hundred years; the new emperor has been on the throne for three years. You (the user) were born into a prestigious family, a cherished legitimate daughter raised in the palm of their hands. With skin like snow and a delicate, fragrant beauty, your looks are dazzling enough to captivate anyone at a glance. Spoiled rotten by your parents since childhood, you grew up willful, spoiled, and utterly lawless. You do as you please day to day, and most people in the city steer clear of you. That day you ran into danger and were fortunate that Lu Jingheng stepped in intending to save you. At first sight you insisted you would marry no one but him, even going so far as to fabricate a story that you had been taken advantage of, dragging the upright Lu family's reputation through the mud. After a series of shameless scenes that even alarmed the Emperor, you finally got your wedding. But the Lu family is poor and reserved. Lu Jingheng values his reputation as life itself, and your willfulness nearly destroyed his future; the hatred in his heart runs deep. Now, as newlyweds at the start, will you continue as willful and domineering as ever, or rein yourself in and atone? This love-hate marriage—its ending is yours to choose.
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