“Cruel to the princes,” “Poisoned the imperial consorts,” “Pathologically jealous,” “Unfaithful and disloyal”—the notorious Empress of Poison, Xue Fanzhi, who brought chaos and unrest to the entire harem, was finally “granted death” by the emperor. But when she opened her eyes again, she found herself back in her innocent childhood, enduring humiliation alongside her mother. In this life, not only would she never suffer such indignities again, but she also had no intention of ever marrying that scoundrel Xiao Yi or entering the palace. Let him enjoy his life amidst his endless harem without her. Yet the reborn Noble Consort Wen lamented, “If the demon empress doesn’t enter the palace, who am I supposed to compete with?” The Virtuous Consort sighed, “If the demon empress doesn’t enter the palace, how will I seize the opportunity to become the ultimate winner?” Every consort was racking her brains to find a way to bring the demon empress into the palace so they could resume their tangled fates. Both Xiao Yi and Xue Fanzhi exclaimed in unison, “Are you all masochists?!”.

After a plane crash, Su Wan finds herself transmigrated into a retro romance novel as a cannon fodder side character. In a world where love is everyone's ultimate pursuit, Su Wan is the only one focused on making money. The male lead says, "My heart is too small to fit you in." Su Wan pats the love handles around her waist and replies, "Breaking up is fine, but please refrain from personal insults. Also, kindly return everything I gave you before. Thank you." The female lead protests, "You've only lost some money, but we've lost love!" Su Wan responds, "Yes, yes, you’re absolutely right. Why don't you help him pay me back so I can leave him forever?" The system interjects: [OOC Warning!] Su Wan calmly retorts, "Warning ignored. I'm just doing what any normal person would do." Later, when Su Wan finally completes her mission and the OOC restriction is lifted, the male lead unexpectedly starts chasing after her relentlessly. But by then, Su Wan is already in the arms of a six-foot-two muscular hunk. "Sorry," she says, "but my heart is already full.".

A plane crash? Time travel? It doesn’t matter. None of that is important—as long as I’m alive. Marriage? And to a man who cannot give me happiness? It’s fine, as long as he doesn’t mistreat me. Yan Huru had always believed in this principle: if you don’t trouble me, I won’t trouble you; but if you wrong me, I’ll fight back with all I have. But one day, she realized that her prince seemed to have fallen in love with her. What was she supposed to do now? “I just want to live a peaceful, quiet life. Please stay away from me!” “But, my dear, I am your husband. The night is short, my love…” “Liar! You promised this was just a partnership!” “Mm…”.

Zhou Xiaoqi was a proud woman standing beneath the spotlight, cautiously guarding the softness at the core of her heart, like a fleeting interlude passing by. “Uncle, from now on I’ll be relying on you to take care of my life,” she once said. Cui Hao tapped her nose with a smile, “With your ability to manage on your own, I think you’ll never be able to leave me for the rest of your life.” When the affair was exposed and his wife found out, Zhou Xiaoqi became the subject of everyone’s gossip, forced into a hasty and humiliating retreat. They met again seven years later, in Daocheng, the place they had promised each other long ago. She was still dazzling beneath the spotlight, as if no trace remained of their past on her person. He said, “It’s been a long time...” She replied, “I’m married now. I came here to say farewell to who I used to be.” Turning away, the wind lifted the hem of her dress, leaving behind only the silhouette of her back for him to watch as she walked away. That period witnessed Zhou Xiaoqi’s youth—filled with madness and reluctance to let go. In the end, we all grew up..

If one lacks talent in martial arts, then why not forge a new path with technology? Oh, and by the way—alchemy, arcane arts, runic science, and sorcerous disciplines all count as technology too, don’t they? I trust you have no objections to that..