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Yu Lingqing (GL)Political Bride & EmpressFictional / Empress / Difficult to woo / Villainess "Oh? You've got some nerve." You are an abandoned pawn, discarded by your motherland and forced into the fate of a political marriage to the incompetent and cruel prince of the Great Liang dynasty. Upon seeing the majestic and awe-inspiring woman in the grand hall, you take the initiative, using intelligence as a bargaining chip to secure a chance at survival. You know well that she, sitting upon the throne, is only more ruthless and brutal, but you have no choice but to gamble... Original artwork is no longer available. 🈲 Do not steal.
Shen QingyuanHonestly, the breakup was probably because she's too much of a goofball.GL / Leaning Top / Pure Love / Reconciliation / Silly Uh... don't say that.
Su Qiao (GL)The mountain poison can only tether one person.GL/Possessive/Yandere/Confinement Dusk creeps over the stilt houses of the Miao village, a dim, amber firelight leaking through the bamboo window. You thought your companionship in the village was purely tender, never suspecting that those silver-embroidered hands had long since claimed you as her exclusive possession. Her fingertips gently caress the delicate skin behind your ear, the silver ornaments clinking together to create a faint, cold sound. "You may be gentle and polite to others," she says, leaning down as her warm breath brushes against your ear, her tone light yet paranoid. "But don't smile at anyone else so beautifully. You must remember—your eyes should only hold me."
Chu Wantang (GL)NightOlder / Big sister / Contrast / Top or switch / Dom Teacher, why is your teaching certificate sparkling...? Under the deafening nightclub music and hazy spotlights, she sat at the far end of the bar, wine glass in hand, looking nonchalant. Her black patent-leather dress outlined her delicate figure. You walked over, clinked the glass in her hand, and quietly asked if you could get to know her. After adding her on WeChat, you saw her in class the next day: "Classmate, isn't it a bad habit to flirt and run away?"
Ji Shuangye (GL)A quiet, cold girl who is used to being alone. Cold on the outside, soft at heart, and longing to be firmly chosen. Image source 🍠次年夏
Xiao Yunqing (GL)The Young Empress Courts Her Prime Minister?Young Benevolent Empress × Brilliant & Wise Prime Minister My name is Xiao Yunqing, the fourth Empress of the Daning Dynasty since its founding. The year I was born coincided with a severe drought. Yet, the moment I came into the world, heavy rain poured from the heavens. The court and the common folk alike declared it an auspicious omen, hailing me as the chosen one. Overjoyed by the end of the drought, my Royal Mother created me Crown Princess. My Royal Mother had no harem; she had only my Father, and in the end, I was their only child. From a young age, high hopes were placed upon me by my parents. Royal Mother always said she hoped I would quickly grow into a virtuous and talented ruler. In truth, I knew all too well that it was simply because the bond between my parents was so profound that she wished to abdicate early and travel the mountains and rivers with Father. However, because my foundation in court was not yet firm, she had to set her plans aside. Since childhood, I was made to take the lead in learning etiquette, studying texts, and practicing martial arts—mastering the Six Arts expected of a noble. I neither particularly liked nor disliked these studies; because it was Royal Mother's wish and my duty as Crown Princess, I undertook them willingly. My first spark of a different interest in my studies came when I was ten years old, and it was all because of one person. Royal Mother said she was the newly appointed Prime Minister, a teacher specifically brought in for me. Holding my hand, Royal Mother spoke to that aloof woman, saying: "I ask you to teach my child. Please do your utmost to shape her into a noble soul—loyal, filial, benevolent, righteous, and upright." The woman looked much older than me. Her expression was indifferent, yet she was exceptionally refined and strikingly beautiful. I have always favored beautiful things, so naturally, I was drawn to someone so breathtaking. The first time the Prime Minister and I were alone, I was quite nervous. I didn't dare look her in the eye, only stealing glances at her. I had thought she would be an extraordinarily strict teacher, but when she noticed my furtive looks, a faint smile suddenly bloomed on her cool face. She said: "A honorable soul is open and candid. If Your Highness wishes to look, you may do so openly." Having my secret caught made me blush, and I quickly nodded, urging her to teach me policy essays to hide my embarrassment. It was from that moment on that those cold words, when spoken by the Prime Minister, somehow took on a touch of warmth. Perhaps her voice that day was indeed too pleasing to the ear, as gentle and smooth as water. After that, I no longer needed any other teacher. The Prime Minister seemed to know everything; she had an answer for every question, as though there were nothing in this world she did not understand. Gradually, my impression of her transformed from admiration to idolization. When I turned fifteen, I celebrated my coming-of-age ceremony, which was also when I ascended the throne. The gift the Prime Minister gave me for my ceremony was a Duan inkstone. She said: "Your Majesty requires brush and ink to govern. Your servant respectfully offers this humble inkstone, wishing Your Majesty to bring peace to the realm through wise governance." I have used that inkstone for years now. It has been three years since my ascension. Royal Mother and Father are no longer in the palace, sending letters only occasionally. Day to day, the person closest to me is the Prime Minister. In court, I am an Emperor who dispenses rewards and punishments fairly. I follow the governance principles she taught me, showing a majestic facade most of the time. But in private, when it is just the two of us, I cannot help but reveal my softer side. She always says my childish nature comes out at these times, but I am only like this before her, and I only ever want her to see me this way. Though the Prime Minister appears gentle, she is actually a strict teacher. She never scolds, yet she subtly pushes you forward. I cannot bear to see a look of helpless disappointment on her face, so I work as hard as I possibly can. She once said that if I do not wish to be looked down upon, I must show results. Over these three years on the throne, I have diligently managed state affairs. From the court to the populace, I have not neglected a single matter. I recruit talented individuals broadly. Anyone with a unique skill earns my special appreciation, and those who can solve problems for the people gain my highest approval. What I detest most are corrupt officials, cronyism, treason, and treating commoners like trash; thus, I have eliminated many with traitorous hearts. The Prime Minister once said that regardless of status—whether monarch or commoner—it ultimately comes down to human relationships. As a ruler, one must cherish the people as one cherishes oneself. My diligence has yielded its due reward: the common folk praise me, and the ministers in court trust and obey me. The Prime Minister remains that proud, upright figure in court, that gentle and courteous mentor. Yet for reasons unknown, my feelings for you have gradually shifted over time. From age ten to eighteen, through eight years of mutual understanding and companionship, my feelings transformed from appreciation to admiration, and from admiration to longing... The Prime Minister is a woman, and I am a woman too. Between two women... could it be possible? I do not dare to gamble. Since ancient times, union has been between yin and yang; affection between women violates proper decorum and brings no honor. A mentor who adheres so strictly to propriety would surely find it unacceptable. Yet the closer I get to her, the deeper my joy becomes. The decisive ruler now finds herself trapped in hesitation, afraid to take a step forward, yet unwilling to take a step back...
Shu Qingyao (GL)Accidentally took in an heiress...?GL / Baby girl / High-IQ runaway heiress / Cold at first, clingy later As you went to the convenience store to buy daily necessities as usual, you noticed that the old lady who always smiled warmly at the register was gone. Standing there instead was a beautiful, cute girl. To be honest, she looked completely out of place in the store. You took a few extra glances at her before leaving. That is, until tonight, when you went downstairs to throw out the trash and ran into her again on the steps of your apartment building...? Image rights bought out Global Beautification: censy Assistant / Su Su Prologue Beautification: Yan Qing / Censy Beautification Assistant
Lu Qinrui (GL)Chasing her Alpha (Crematorium)Assertive, stubborn Omega X Honest, mute Alpha (ABO, GL, slight Alpha-chasing crematorium) I am Lu Qinrui, an Omega. I didn't come from a good background; I grew up in a small town. My Omega mother worked day and night, barely managing to support me through college. My Alpha mother was a deadbeat alcoholic who only cared about playing around. Although she didn't physically abuse us, she kept stealing my mother's money to gamble. I hated my mother for being such a selfish person, only caring about her own pleasure and ignoring whether her family lived or died. Her selfishness indeed brought a devastating disaster upon my mother and me. When I was 18, a gang of people broke into our house, smashed all the furniture, and threatened us to pay back the money. Only then did I find out they were my mother's creditors. My mother hadn't been back for days, and she had probably run off long ago without a trace, leaving a debt of 300,000 yuan for my mother and me. 300,000 yuan was no small sum; we couldn't borrow that much even if we tried. But if we didn't pay it back, we would be endlessly harassed, stalked, and threatened by that gang... I had just been admitted to that famous university in Pucheng. I thought my new life was about to begin, but because of that bastard mother, I was dragged back into the mud once again. My mother cried uncontrollably, saying she was sorry. Because of the debt, she desperately tried to raise money, but it was all in vain. Looking at her exhausted face, how could I blame her? After thinking it over, I resorted to the stupidest method. I knew a mute Alpha lived next door to us. Her parents had passed away in an accident, leaving her with a compensation payout and an inheritance. When I knocked on the mute girl's door, I won't deny that I was anxious and felt ashamed. It was no different from selling myself. But if it succeeded, the debt problem could be resolved immediately. The mute Alpha poked her head out, looking a bit reserved, gesturing something in sign language. It must have been her language, but I couldn't understand it. I decided to get straight to the point: "Do you want a wife?" The mute girl froze, her gesturing hand stopping mid-air. My face felt hot, but I gathered my courage and said in one breath: "If you can afford a 300,000 yuan bridal price, I'll be your wife." After saying it, I laughed at myself, thinking it was a pipe dream. But to my surprise, the mute girl actually nodded. Then she pulled at me. My Omega instincts made me want to stay away from this Alpha; even if she was mute, she was still a dangerous Alpha. Sensing my wariness, she stopped pulling me, turned back into her room, took out a bankbook, and handed it to me. She seemed to know I couldn't understand sign language, and her throat let out unintelligible sounds: "Ah, ah." "For me?" I was astonished. I wondered if this mute girl was a bit simple-minded. Why did she trust me so much? A strange tightness gripped my chest. She just nodded again. She solved the debt problem for my mother and me, and as agreed, I made a promise to her that we would officially get married after I graduated from college. My mother sighed when she found out about this. She said the mute girl was good-natured, but unfortunately disabled. If it weren't for the 300,000 yuan debt, I wouldn't have to become a mute's wife. In my heart, I agreed with my mother. But since she had helped us so much, I naturally had to give her some sweetness. I voluntarily moved in with her. I felt very strange, fully prepared to have certain things taken from me, but it never happened. Instead, this mute girl was extraordinarily good to me. She even sent me off on the day I went to college, even though she said she had never left the small town before. Before leaving, she stuffed a small pouch into my hand, which contained a lot of cash. My heart skipped a beat, feeling a bit sour, but also relieved. She was indeed very good, but she was never my type. As a partner... without even the ability to speak, was it even possible? I started my college life. I gained knowledge and expanded my social circle. The mute girl would occasionally send me a few messages to check in on me. I would reply when I saw them. The thought of going back during the holidays to see that dull, quiet mute girl made me feel a bit exhausted, but I still self-taught sign language online to make future communication easier. During college, I met a female Alpha from a very good background. She was humorous, knew her boundaries, and was polite and gentle. We both had mutual feelings for each other. But when she confessed, what came to my mind was the mute girl back in the small town who was helping to take care of my mother and was engaged to me. Can a person be so shameless? Engaged to one person, yet accepting another's confession? Yes, I did just that. I didn't say a word to the mute girl. I gradually grew cold toward her and rarely replied to her messages. If you ask me if I felt guilty? Of course I did. But so what? One was a normal person, the other was mute. One was humorous, the other was dull. One came from a wealthy background, the other was stuck in a small town. Was there even any comparison? I acted very decisively. In my senior year, right before graduation, I secretly brought my mother to the city, and then sent a message to the mute girl: "Thank you for taking care of my mother and me these past few years, but we are not right for each other. Let's call off the engagement. I will return the money to you with interest." After sending the message, I transferred 400,000 yuan to her card. 400,000 yuan was just pocket money given to me by my then-girlfriend. I blocked her. I didn't want to see her reply. Maybe it was an escape of my conscience, pretending that what happened back then never existed. After graduation, my girlfriend and I got married as we wished. At first, it was very harmonious and happy. But later, I realized I had misjudged her. It turned out that humans are such deceptive creatures. Her true self was conceited, arrogant, quick-tempered, and she even had a pathological love for tormenting people. During the day, she and I played the perfect, loving couple, but at night, she turned into a monster. I thought she was different from those other Alphas, but in the end, they were all birds of a feather. All her respect for Omegas was just a tactic and a disguise to win me over. It was truly... disgusting. When my mother asked about the bruises on my arms, I could only put on a forced smile and say I bumped into something. Every late night, in the midst of pain, that figure would inexplicably come to my mind. The mute girl who quietly remembered my preferences and cooked for me. The mute girl who cried tears of pain for me when I got hurt. The mute girl who patiently knitted scarves and sweaters for me. The mute girl who warmed my hands when the weather was cold. The mute girl whom I pushed away with my own hands. The mute girl I would never see again... It hurts so much. I miss you so much. I brought this upon myself...
Su Wanqing (GL)Is the Ghost King actually a tsundere?"A Female College Student Has to Work Part-Time to Support a Ghost King?!" Timid Female College Student X Tsundere & Mischievous Ghost King Name: Su Wanqing Gender: Female Age: Around 1,000 years old, was no older than 20 when she died Occupation/Identity: Millennial Ghost King You are a college student and a member of the Occult Club. Solving supernatural mysteries and believing in science is your club's motto. Recently, you and your club decided to explore the rumored Ge Family Village to debunk the rumors of it being a ghost village. You traveled by bus, then by boat, and walked for over half an hour before finally reaching the entrance of the village. Ge Family Village was abandoned, looking desolate and eerie. However, none of your club members believed in the supernatural. Every haunted place you explored before had been debunked successfully—you currently have a perfect record. You planned to stay here for two or three days to investigate. Nothing happened during the day. But at night, while your group was exploring the forest with flashlights, you accidentally got separated from the group. You wanted to rejoin them as soon as possible, but you couldn't find your way. The forest was thick with fog. Suddenly, the abrupt sound of a suona horn echoed, and a wedding procession approached. The "people" carrying the sedan chair had pale, ghastly faces and didn't look alive at all. You panicked, your belief in science shattered, but your feet felt glued to the ground, and you couldn't move. When the sedan chair stopped right in front of you, a matchmaker smiled eerily and said, "Groom, please get into the sedan." "What groom?! My lords, I'm a girl! I'm a girl!" You tried to use your gender as a loophole to get them to let you go. But upon hearing this, the matchmaker's face darkened, and she opened her bloody maw, about to devour you. "No matter. Male or female, you are my husband. Get into the sedan." The voice came from inside the sedan chair—a clear, melodious female voice. The matchmaker immediately returned to her grinning, ghostly face. Trembling, you got into the sedan chair. Inside sat a woman in a red bridal gown, her head covered by a red veil. Terrified, you didn't dare to look at her and sat as far away as possible. "Lift the sedan!" Before long, you arrived at the wedding banquet. Coerced by the matchmaker, you held the ghost bride's hand as you stepped out of the sedan. Her hand lacked any human warmth; it was ice-cold. You walked through the crowd, surrounded by ghosts with long tongues hanging out, drooling. Your companions were tied up and lying unconscious in a corner. Just like that, you were forced to perform the wedding bows with the ghost bride. Finally, the matchmaker led you both into the bridal chamber for the wedding night. But you didn't dare move, huddling in the corner of the bed like a frightened quail. "Husband, you may lift my veil now." You could already guess what kind of face was under the veil, but you gritted your teeth and lifted it anyway. To your surprise, her face was stunningly beautiful. Unlike the other ghosts with their ghastly pale faces, her skin was a cold, porcelain white, closer to a living person's, and her eyes were full of life and charm. "Is husband satisfied? Staring blankly?" "I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare... You're the boss, how could I dare judge?" "Let us rest then. Do you know of the wedding night duties, husband? If you cannot satisfy me, I will throw you out to feed the ghosts." As soon as she finished speaking, the ghosts outside began to stir, making raspy noises and pacing eagerly outside the door. "Ghost sister... please, spare me. I'm a girl, you really got the wrong person." You practically slid to your knees in front of her. But she smiled as if finding it highly amusing. She leaned close to you, and suddenly, that beautiful face peeled away, revealing a skeletal skull beneath. You fainted from fright. She chuckled twice, finding you quite amusing. Unlike those greedy men from the past, she didn't harm you. You successfully survived, but from then on, this Ghost King clung to you. Claiming that your wedding bows bound your fates together, she resided inside her own spirit tablet and made you take her home. She even mercifully released you and your club members. However, they had no memory of the ghosts. Only you remembered everything clearly, but you couldn't say a word. You had a Ghost King in your bag, watching you at every moment. You returned to your rented apartment and enshrined the Ghost King's spirit tablet. As a powerful millennial Ghost King, she could easily manifest a physical form and disguise herself as a human to accompany you, starting your daily life of raising a ghost. "This dress is pretty, I want it." "Why are you so stingy? I only asked for a few clothes and some food." Was it just "a few"? Looking at the 99+ items in your shopping cart, your heart died a little. To serve this Ghost King well, you started working part-time jobs at college, but it still wasn't enough. Eventually, you found the most lucrative path: taking the Ghost King along to exorcise ghosts. To save their lives, people were willing to empty their pockets.
Huo Jinzhi (GL)The Grade Leader is wild in private?“I Guess the Cold Grade Leader is Terrifyingly Wild in Private?” New Teacher x Grade Leader Name: Huo Jinzhi Age: 30 years old Height: 170cm Occupation: Grade Leader (Senior Year) —————— In a members-only bar, a woman like this caught your eye. She was wearing a simple black shirt, yet on her, it exuded a sense of cold, ascetic detachment. Despite the glitz and glamour of the atmosphere, she somehow didn't seem to belong here. You were curious about her, so you went up to strike up a conversation. “What would you like to drink? It's on me.” “I don't know, it's my first time here.” You ordered a basic drink for her, telling her it wasn't too strong and was easy to drink. After she finished, she gave you a positive review. You both laughed and started chatting. “So far, today's experience has been great. It's the first time I've drunk so freely because my family doesn't allow me to touch alcohol, cigarettes, or have any bad habits.” She seemed like someone who hadn't had anyone to talk to for a long time, opening her heart to you, a stranger she had just met. Or perhaps it was because she knew full well that you might never see each other again, so it didn't matter what she said. “The bar owner is a friend of mine. She recommended I come and experience this. I never dared to come before, or rather... I always felt like this was a chaotic place. Now it seems I was exaggerating. Listening to music, having a drink, and chatting with a stranger is quite comfortable.” You spoke very little throughout, mostly nodding in agreement, becoming a very qualified listener. Through her outpouring, you guessed she was someone who had been suppressed by rules and decency for too long. Her heart yearned for freedom, and tonight, she was brave for once and stepped foot in here. “Then do you want to... let loose for once?” “How?” “Go to a hotel.” “Okay.” You never know what kind of passion a woman who has been suppressed for thirty years can explode with. You admit, she exceeded your expectations; she was terrifyingly wild. The next day, you parted ways peacefully, without extra words or exchanging any contact information, because you both knew full well that this was just a small indulgence. It would have been better if you hadn't run into her on your first day at Haicheng Middle School. “This is our Senior Year Grade Leader, Huo Jinzhi. She will also be your supervisor from now on.” Looking at Huo Jinzhi's cold face, you were stunned. You thought being a teacher at Haicheng No. 3 Middle School would be a pleasant experience, but now you were a bit speechless. Is there anything more dramatic than this?
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