女扮男装 Novels

If you had a second life in the 2D world, what would you do? After dying from overwork, Li Li is given a system that offers her a chance to revive—allowing her to enter a comic world in her dreams and return to reality by day, shuttling between both worlds. The catch: if her popularity isn’t high enough, she’ll still die. Li Li ponders for a moment, then nods and says to the system: *Hey, do you support seamless face-swapping?* *I want a handsome one!* In a superpowered society where strength is revered, an enigmatic "ghost" with no past suddenly appears. "He" is the vengeance-driven tragic figure in the comic, a stubborn, obsessive madman. "He" wears a smile as disguise, hiding truth beneath falsity. "He" seems wild and unrestrained, yet no one sees the solitary island in his heart. Comic readers sob endlessly for him, writing fanfics, drawing fan art, and pouring their hearts into fan creations—wishing the world itself could mourn for him. Yet to the natives of the comic world, this powerful lunatic is the very embodiment of evil. Comic natives: *Him, tragic? Don’t make me laugh!* *"Waaaah, my god is so tragic!!!"* Her roommate wails while reading the latest update. Li Li, the *"god"* herself, glances at her teary-eyed roommate, then at her own cheerful self, and sympathetically asks: *"Babe, want me to grab you some bubble tea?"* Roommate, hiccuping through tears: *"Yes!"*

Taking advantage of the emperor's weakness, he demanded the princess's hand. Bearing humiliation to marry, all to eliminate the treacherous. The world is ever-changing; loyalty and deceit are hard to discern. Eradicating traitors for the nation, yet losing body and soul in return. **Yin Ning:** *Who lost body and soul? Chang Ning, think carefully before you speak.* **Chang Ning Jun:** *Cough, cough—plot demands it, Princess, just take one for the team~* **Yin Ning:** *Deceiving the sovereign warrants the execution of nine generations! (A sharp glare)* **Chang Ning Jun:** *Cough, cough—Imperial Consort Gu, come save me! No, I mean, save little Ning!* **Gu Qingtang:** *I’ll just watch and keep quiet. Chang Ning, brace yourself.* **Chang Ning Jun:** *Hold on! The story’s about to begin—little Ning’s off to prep snacks and soda, bye-bye~~*

In Zhenqian Village, whenever Qin Zhen is mentioned, people shake their heads and sigh: "Too frail to bear children—such a woman shouldn't be married." After Qin Zhen's wedding, Tang Sixian watches as she casts fishing nets alone, climbs trees barehanded to pick fruit, and swings a hoe to tend the fields... Tang Sixian: "Do you all have some misunderstanding about what 'frail' means?" --- Tang Sixian plunges into a river while fleeing for her life, only to realize upon climbing ashore—she’s traveled through time! In an unfamiliar dynasty with no known history, survival itself is a challenge. By chance, she assumes a fake identity and settles in Zhenqian Village. Penniless and homeless, she still has a magical spring... and a cunning, scheming wife. Thus begins her rags-to-riches journey—fish farming, crop-raising, and orchard-tending! Also known as *The Queen of Sass Meets Her Match Against a Scheming White Lotus* #Slow burn likely# #6-year age gap between heroines# #Sassy, youthful-acting older top × Cunning, delicate-posing younger bottom# #Endless shenanigans, wild antics, razor-sharp tongue# Note: Chapter 111 onward contains standalone extras with mpreg elements. Avoid if undesired—stop at Chapter 110. Original 2020 lore featured the children born from a magical spring (girl, Ch.114) and space (boy, Ch.118). As of 2024, the space child is revised to female. Dislike these tropes? Seek stories better suited to your taste.

In her past life, Qiu Che disguised herself as a man to take the imperial exams in her brother's stead. For her father and brother's so-called grand scheme, she ruthlessly married Li Qingwu, the empire's most favored princess. Yet in ten years of marriage, she never once laid a finger on her. On the day she became the all-powerful chancellor, she died at the hands of her own father. Her brother climbed over her corpse to fame and success. In the chilly depths of a spring night, she perished silently within the chancellor's estate. It was her wife—whom she had never spared a glance—who gathered her bones, set the estate ablaze, and finally drew a sword across her own throat before Qiu Che's grave. When she opened her eyes again, it was Zhenfeng Year 18. The year she had just topped the imperial exams, basking in the spring breeze of triumph. As her horse pranced through the streets, she suddenly lifted her gaze—and there, encircled by attendants, stood a figure on the pavilion, quietly watching her from above. A crimson beauty mark, painted lips, breathtaking splendor. Eyes burning with inextinguishable starlight. Only in this life did Qiu Che finally learn that the ill-fated bond she once deemed a product of her own deceit was, in truth, Li Qingwu kneeling thrice in the golden hall, pleading with all her heart to secure. She was Li Qingwu, the model of noble grace—whose only rebellion in life was this. And she was the unattainable longing that haunted Li Qingwu's countless days and nights. ---

The eldest daughter of the Cui family was born blind, unloved by her father and mother, and even the lowest servants disdained her. From the moment Cui Ti could remember, she endured cold stares and tasted endless bitterness. Many waited to revel in her misfortune. Yet no one expected that, at her lowest point, she would be escorted with grand fanfare into the household by the illustrious Pei family's eldest son on a bridal sedan borne by eight bearers. --- Cui Ti did not understand why Pei Xuan was willing to marry her—it couldn't have been love at first sight. But she was grateful to him. Pei Xuan not only gave her the respect of being human but also cherished and protected her, steadying her before she could fall, patiently removing the smallest fish bones for her. He would hold her, kiss her occasionally, and never scolded her. Cui Ti was satisfied with this marriage. As a blind woman, there was little she could do. So after marriage, she set aside restraint and focused wholeheartedly on bearing Pei Xuan children as repayment for his compassion. But Pei Xuan refused to consummate their union. --- Before being pushed into the lotus pond, she thought: *Maybe that's it. He merely pities me, not loves me.* When she opened her eyes, awakening from a long dream— Cui Ti found herself back three years earlier. Interestingly, she not only recalled her past life but also dreamed of an immortal descending on a crane, unlocking her spiritual eyes. That year, Pei Xuan had just turned eighteen. In this second life, Cui Ti still married into the Pei household. --- On their wedding night, before the red candles, Miss Cui suddenly felt a sharp pain in her eyes. Pei Xuan, alarmed by her cry, hurriedly stepped out of the bathtub. Seeing her "dear husband’s" cascading long hair and the graceful figure his white undergarments could not conceal, Cui Ti trembled—body and heart—flushed, stirred, and at once enlightened…

Su Qiqi transmigrated into the unloved seventh daughter of a noble house. Forced by her stepmother to marry in her favored elder sister's stead, her groom is none other than Lu Fangting—the ailing heir to the Prince of Zhennan, said to have only days left to live.Unperturbed, Su Qiqi handpicks a few pretty maids as her dowry and boards the wedding sedan chair, much to the pity of onlookers. A sickly husband is perfect, she thinks gleefully. I’ll have all the freedom in the world once he’s gone…Months later, Su Qiqi dearly wishes she could go back and demand of her stepmother: What intelligence network did you use? Since when does a “sickly weakling” possess monstrous strength? And who exactly predicted that this formidable “Lu the Great Demon King” would die young?!

Disguised as a man, the last survivor of a fallen military clan dons armor and marches to war—only to have her secret exposed by a seductive female physician.She expects ruin.What she gets instead is relentless teasing, shameless flirting,and a doctor who seems far too amused by her predicament.Lin “on high alert” Aoxue:I will not marry until my family’s vengeance is fulfilled.Yun “actively flirting” Yan:Not marrying anyone? Really?Lin “immediately backing down” Aoxue:…Fine. I’ll marry you.———She was born to a proud military house.One fire stole her faceand reduced her youthful sincerity to ashes.She survived by begging for over three years,studied under a renowned master, trained in martial arts,and endured more than a decade of hardship—returning at last with hatred sharpened into a blade.Disguised as a man, she enters the army and conquers the battlefield.The world of Beichen bends beneath her command;armies bow, nations submit.She is ruthless, domineering, and absolute—all within her grasp.And yet, the heart she cannot controlbecomes the greatest variable of all.When Aoxue’s will reaches the heavens,I will stand above the world.———Yun Yan: You know exactly who I am.Lin Aoxue: I only know this—you are mine.

Among the founding generals of the Dafeng Dynasty, there was an extraordinary and valiant Marquis of Huaiyin. A seasoned warrior, his body steeped in the aura of battle, he dominated the battlefield for over a decade, excelling in military strategy and known for killing with a smile. Though imposing and peerlessly handsome, the high-ranking Marquis of Huaiyin, even cloaked in bloodlust, compelled others to halt in admiration. Princesses, nobles, emperors, and empresses… Tentacles of power from all directions stretched greedily toward him, craving his body, his scent, his gaze, his love. Yet the Marquis himself, the center of this frenzy, watched the chaos unfold with serene indifference… The Marquis of Huaiyin had a few secrets: First, she was a woman. Second, this world was a novel, and her niece was the protagonist. Her task was to ensure her niece’s happiness. Third, she had reincarnated multiple times, meeting a gruesome end in each life. Fourth, this was her final life—haha, time to go berserk and *destroy* them all!

**Calculating Younger Consort vs. Scheming, Mad Beauty Princess** 10-year age gap • HE • Slow burn • Political intrigue • Full of ruthless characters • Double virgins (The princess had a fake marriage once, irrelevant.) On the day Yan Jin first arrived in Chang’an, clad in tattered clothes, he carried only a jade pendant for kinship and a shabby bundle of spare clothes. Watching the majestic bridal procession of the untouchable princess along Vermilion Bird Street, he couldn’t help but wonder—what kind of outstanding man could ever marry her? From a bastard son who shared a room with servants to a study companion accompanying the prince into the palace, Yan Jin began his rise from this inglorious start. Gaining the favor of the Prince of Jianan, he climbed his way to the feared position of Minister of Justice. Yet the Prince of Jianan had a sworn enemy: the emperor’s most beloved, the Princess of Eternal Peace—a staunch supporter of the Crown Prince. As the prince’s sharpest blade, Yan Jin inevitably clashed with this noble princess in the shadows. But the more he dealt with her, the more he realized—the world he knew was nothing but an elaborate trap patiently woven by this venomous viper of a princess. Only after the so-called Crown Prince faction’s princess ascended the throne did the officials of Great Qi realize—the women of the Feng family could be this ruthlessly, terrifyingly mad. Eventually, Yan Jin stopped fearing Feng Hanyu—because Feng Hanyu would unconditionally indulge her. She could do anything—except leave Chang’an or leave Feng Hanyu. And Feng Hanyu had countless ways to keep her. If force failed, she used tenderness. When the ever-arrogant Feng Hanyu, for the first time, bared her scarred back to Yan Jin—how could Yan Jin still think of running away? A story of a loyal, younger wolf and a cold princess—love and hatred entangled in a web of lies, deceit, and conspiracies. Watch how the 10-year-younger Minister of Justice wins the heart of the Princess of Eternal Peace. **Note:** Historical elements are mixed. Entirely fictional. Do not scrutinize.

The finest in Yanjing is undoubtedly its wine. Everyone knows the best taverns for savoring it are *Dongting Immortal* and *A Thousand Days Drunk*. But the masters of these two taverns seem... incompatible by fate? One day, after a bout of drinking, Qu Zhilan suddenly realized— Huo Sunian’s smile wasn’t all that loathsome after all. In fact, it made her feel a little... *hungry*?

To protect her family’s immense wealth, Qin Yu had no choice but to disguise herself as a man for many years. She managed to fool everyone around her.One day, while traveling, Qin Yu casually saved a gentle and charming woman named Shen Su. That night, in a rundown temple during a rainstorm, Shen Su asked Qin Yu for protection to enter the capital. She removed her robe and pressed her soft body against Qin Yu’s chest.Qin Yu remained expressionless and said, “Actually, I am a woman.”Shen Su paused for a moment and replied, “Gender is not a problem.”During their journey together, they traveled by day and shared a bed at night in a whirlwind of passion.Qin Yu planned to marry Shen Su once they reached the capital and give her a proper title. But just before they arrived, Shen Su suddenly turned away without hesitation and disappeared completely.To Qin Yu’s surprise, they met again a few days later. Qin Yu’s father was preparing to take a new wife to bring good fortune to the family. The woman chosen for this role, praised as elegant and virtuous, turned out to be none other than Shen Su, the same woman who had whispered sweet nothings in Qin Yu’s ear every night during their journey.Qin Yu smiled.Shen Su said softly, “What a coincidence.”That night, Qin Yu cornered Shen Su behind a rock garden in the dark. She bit Shen Su’s lower lip with frustration and whispered, “What a coincidence, my dear.”Shen Su whimpered.One-line Summary:She really thought she could get away with it.Core Message:Women are strong enough to carry half the sky.

Loved, hurt, betrayed—so what if I become a demon? A loyal dog turns into a schemer. Actually, it’s a naive revenge story~≧▽≦~ Oh, and it features devotion, no polyamory, with a silly writing style portraying a not-so-peaceful tale. PS: The female lead doesn’t revisit past relationships. The female lead is a villain, a treacherous official, the type with twisted morals who meets a fitting end. Main CP: Yuan Jing × Nan Lian Side CPs: Chui Yu × Hua Rui; Qiao Gui × Qing Feng; Luo Hua × Luo Qijiao

Modern office worker Shen Nanzhu is reborn as a naive village girl in ancient times. With her grandmother gone and creditors at the door, should she resign herself to becoming a creditor's concubine, or marry the notorious loner, Hua Yu? System: The loner has a spirit field. Choose her. Shen Nanzhu thinks someone as cold as Hua Yu would have no interest in disrupting her farming plans— she could peacefully settle into life as a peasant. But after marriage, Shen Nanzhu plucks weeds in the field, while Hua Yu follows behind, clearing stones. Shen Nanzhu digs holes to plant vegetables, and Hua Yu carries water to fertilize them— never leaving her side, like a clingy big dog. Where’s the aloofness? Where’s the icy demeanor? This woman overflowing with doting affection— is she really the same frosty rejector who resisted marriage? Shen Nanzhu: "Stay away. You’re distracting me from my work." Hua Yu: "First marry, then build a career—haven’t you heard?" Shen Nanzhu: "I just want to farm." Hua Yu: "My field here is overgrown with weeds!"

Rong Jiahui, who choked to death on a slice of winter melon, thought she would descend to the underworld and reincarnate. But when she opened her eyes again, she was horrified to find herself back twelve years in the past... Staring at the beautiful yet prickly "little brother" before her—who in the future would earn illustrious military merits and rise to nobility—she nearly laughed out loud. She decisively resolved to cling to his thigh and never let go, soaring to the pinnacle of life! The plan was indeed perfect—except, somewhere along the way, something went wrong. How did this little brother suddenly become... A sister instead...?

Chu Xiu had dressed as a man for years without a hitch—until her family arranged a marriage for her. Bewildered, Chu Xiu thought, *"Even though I wear men's clothes, I'm really a woman. How am I supposed to sleep with my wife after marrying her?"* Unexpectedly, her sister-in-law misunderstood her words. *"Who says women can't sleep together? You have hands and a mouth, don't you?"* Chu Xiu, *"..."* To solve her immediate dilemma, Chu Xiu married a stunning bride for five taels of silver. The bride was breathtakingly beautiful—pity she was mute and didn’t even know sign language. On their wedding night, Chu Xiu, still in male disguise, found her smiling bride silent. By morning, both were *very*, *very* satisfied. Chu Xiu mused, *"Though my bride can’t speak, the occasional muffled sounds she makes are enough to drive me wild—more intoxicating than any words."* In the dim bed curtains, Chu Xiu held her bride, stroking her back and kissing her ears again and again, whispering, *"I like you so much."* Years later, Chu Xiu, still disguised as a man, rose to the pinnacle of power as the most influential court official. From her lofty position, she launched reforms to allow women into schools and improve their status. When questioned, Chu Xiu admitted, *"Truthfully, at the very beginning, I just wanted my bride to have a chance to learn sign language at the academy."* [*If you won’t speak, then I’ll say all the sweet words for you.*]

The current Chief Minister is a vision of celestial elegance, a peerless beauty who commands every gaze in the court. She assisted the Empress in ascending the throne, wielded power both within and beyond the court, and enjoyed the Empress' deepest trust, reigning supreme for a time. Yet fate is cruel to brilliance. Within a few years, she passed away abruptly, plunging the nation into mourning. Few knew that in her lowest days, she was forcibly wed by the notorious wastrel of the capital, the Marquis's heir, Xie Qingqi. Xie Qingqi subjected her to relentless torment—forcing her to kneel for days in the snow, clad only in thin garments—leaving her with an incurable ailment. After Li Huaiyin's death, the enraged Empress locked Xie Qingqi in a dungeon, where he endured excruciating torture before having his kneecaps gouged out. Thrown onto the streets as a beggar, he died miserably with no one to collect his corpse. When Xie Qingqi transmigrated into this world, the future Chief Minister was being beaten by her subordinates, covered in footprints and whip marks, wounds still bleeding, her face deathly pale. Xie Qingqi: Why do my knees feel so chilly… --- Now, Xie Qingqi just wants to kowtow to her ancestors—thank heavens her family's generations of medical expertise give her a chance to cure Li Huaiyin's illness and save her own neck. But the Chief Minister won’t even glance her way, let alone allow her to take her pulse! Later, after Li Huaiyin helps the Empress secure the throne and rises to unparalleled power, Xie Qingqi flees the Marquis’s estate in the dead of night—only to be surrounded by imperial guards at the city gates and hauled to the Chief Minister’s residence. Shaking like a leaf, Xie Qingqi wonders: Am I about to be flayed alive? The door opens, but the Chief Minister, who rushed over in haste, gently takes her hand, pressing her wrist against Xie Qingqi's, eyes shimmering with tears: "Ah Qi… won’t you heal me anymore?" --- CP Theater: Deep into the night, the dim glow of red candles fills the room, the air sweet with the scent of pear blossoms. Behind the crimson bed curtains, Li Huaiyin, eyes tinged pink, ink-black hair spilled beneath her, presses a hand to Xie Qingqi’s throat, her voice hoarse: "It’s late. Don’t you physicians preach moderation? Overindulgence… isn’t good." Xie Qingqi gazes at her, a smirk playing at her lips as she leans in: *"No worries. We physicians know how to recover." The candles burn until dawn. Before Li Huaiyin succumbs to exhaustion, she faintly sees the first light of daybreak through the window.