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Books by 七枚铜钱
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No Regrets! Why Are You Crying About Being a Rich Man's Concubine? 不悔！大户家做小妾，你哭什么
[Pure historical romance, heroine has had previous partners but hero is inexperienced, food, farming and everyday life, younger man pursues older woman early on, older woman pursues younger husband later, forced remarriage] He was ten years younger than her, and she was ten years younger than him. So he had the advantage? She had heard that a noblewoman of the Tang Dynasty didn’t marry until she was in her forties and even had three children, so Xu Chan'er felt there was still hope for her. She
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After the Divine Fortune-Teller Lady Returns to the Capital, the Imperial Astrologer Keeps Losing His Composure 神算大小姐回京后，国师他屡屡失
The Hou Mansion's second young lady, cursed to be alone, was reborn and wanted nothing more than to set up a stall, tell fortunes, and earn enough to eat. Who knew she'd casually predict someone's death, only to be dragged back to the manor by her enemy from her previous life, the Great Qian Imperial Preceptor, for “close supervision.” He makes her wipe out heretical cults, refine Yin soldiers, and gather baleful energy. He also keeps trying to put a delicate chain around her neck. Then her memo
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Who Could’ve Seen That Coming? The Prince Caved in an Instant, and It Was Glorious 谁懂啊！王爷他秒怂画面太香了
[Strong heroine]+ [Playful banter]+ [Both leads are each other's only ones]+ [Political intrigue] Can you really pick up a man off the roadside? Ji Jiu Niang picked up a prince, expecting him to say, “Save me, and I’ll take you back as my favored concubine.” Then she could call it a day. Instead, the prince merely fainted weakly, leaving Ji Jiu Niang no choice but to carry him back to her mountain stronghold. After all, it was full of widows as fierce as wolves and tigers. For the sake of his sa
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The 1980s: My Gorgeous Wife Has a Fearsome Reputation 八零年代，美娇妻凶名在外
Some people always hope to enjoy themselves while everyone else suffers. This is the most authentic picture of rural life in the 1980s: city folk were more or less alike, and country folk were no different. I died, and my birth family rolled me up in a straw mat and buried me. Grave robbers dug me out and arranged a ghost marriage for me, bringing me back into the light of day. I asked the man, "Are you really going to marry me? I'm bad luck for husbands!" The man said, "I'm determined to marry
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