
Rebirth of the Idle Princess
by Seeing A Deer In The Deep Forest
About This Novel
I didn't know people well in my previous life. I married my father's favorite disciple. I thought they were childhood sweethearts, but I didn't expect that I was marrying a big white lotus in full bloom and a black and white lotus. I was retaliated against, and my whole family was ruined. In the end, I was stabbed to death by my husband himself! When you live your life again, you must keep your eyes open and hug the beautiful prince you were unable to hold in your previous life. You must avenge what you deserve and cut off the white lotus flowers that deserve to be harvested. The most important thing is to enjoy life. You join the army and come to me to do business. If you fight in politics, I come to make money. Help the crown prince brother fight against all odds and ascend to the throne. Take your mother's family with you and reach the pinnacle of life while farming!
What Readers Think
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Official(8)Scraped 23d ago
It feels very ordinary. I gave up.
The ending was a bit rushed, and some things were not explained. For example, who did Su Qiyue contact when the plague broke out in Yongzhou due to floods?
It's a bit like the running account my teacher used to talk about in school.
Very well written
Good. . . . . . . . . . .
I really can't stand it anymore
I'll just take a look at it, why does it feel like reading a text
Let me ask, where do you find your spare time? Obviously busier than anyone else
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Rating
Community(0)
Official(8)Scraped 23d ago
It feels very ordinary. I gave up.
The ending was a bit rushed, and some things were not explained. For example, who did Su Qiyue contact when the plague broke out in Yongzhou due to floods?
It's a bit like the running account my teacher used to talk about in school.
Very well written
Good. . . . . . . . . . .
I really can't stand it anymore
I'll just take a look at it, why does it feel like reading a text
Let me ask, where do you find your spare time? Obviously busier than anyone else
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