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Books by 是小芳不是小方
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Chasing Jade: Not Quite in Sync, Yet in Tune! 逐玉之不齐而俞！
I, Yu Qianqian, had transmigrated here three days ago. The morning sickness left behind by the original owner reminded me that this wasn't a game. Four years later, in the cellar of Yixiang House, I lit an oil lamp and taught Bao'er arithmetic. “Mother, why do we have to live underground?” he asked, looking up at me. I worked the abacus and replied calmly, “Because sometimes, the accounts up above can't put a price on human life.” Then one day, a “Young Master Qi” wearing half a silver mask walk
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Chasing Jade: Is My Live-In Son-in-Law a Bull? 逐玉：我的赘婿是头牛？
I’m Fan Changyu, and I’m a butcher. One snowy night, I found a badly wounded handsome man. He said he’d lost his memory. Since he was good-looking, I told him, “Marry into my family. I’ll butcher pigs and support you.” He obediently nodded. Later, when rebels besieged the city, I saw my sickly husband hoist a two-hundred-jin gate-cleaving blade with one hand and mow down the entire crowd in a single stroke. Me: “???” He wiped the blood from his blade and smiled. “Wife, it turns out I’m pretty go
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Imprisoned by the Empire: Ten Years as Emperor and Empress 江山为囚：帝后十年
Some seats, the moment you take them, doom you to lose the person most precious to you. He once offered her an empire as his bride price and promised her a lifetime of peace. In the end, a single imperial edict took everything from her. From childhood sweethearts who promised, “I’ll raise you on the money I make from raising pigs,” to an emperor’s cold calculation: “The ruler commands, and the subject must die.” From sharing sweet rice cakes in Xigu Alley to coughing up blood in Kunning Palace.
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Beneath My Girlfriend's Skin Are the Names of Seven Women 女友皮下，纹着七个女人的名字
I thought I’d found my perfect soulmate, Xiang Qing, until I saw the name of the first unfamiliar girl beneath the skin stitched behind her ear. My psychiatrist, Gu Yan, smiled and said, “Xiao Mo, I pieced together your bride from seven girls.”
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