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Books by 玺欢尼
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Qing He Has Depths, Sweet Romance Fills the Capital 清禾有渊，甜宠满京华
In the spring breezes of the Jing'an Dynasty, laughter and chatter ring out from Princess Gu Qinghe of Qinghe. She is the beloved jewel of the Duke of Su’s household. Her mother, Princess Mingjia, is the adopted daughter cherished by the Empress Dowager; her uncle the emperor dotes on her like a daughter, and the empress, who has no daughter of her own, treasures her like the apple of her eye. She takes to music, chess, calligraphy, and painting with ease, and rides and shoots as well as any you
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Disaster Relief Space: Turning the Tables in a Year of Famine 救荒空间：灾年逆袭
(An alternate-history setting) Song Xiran, a modern agricultural business mogul, opens her eyes to find she has transmigrated to the Great Jing dynasty, where famine is everywhere. The moment she wakes, her own clansfolk nearly sell her for food! At the critical moment, the old silver bangle on her wrist bursts open, revealing an entire grocery supermarket stocked with rice, flour, cooking oil, seeds, fertilizer, medicine, farm machinery, and more. It even unlocks new supplies whenever she saves
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The Ninety-Ninth Day of Flirting with Yan Shao 和言少互撩的第九十九天
[Modern romance + fictional setting + transmigrate into a book + cannon fodder + wealthy family + marriage first, love later + not a doormat + playing dumb while hiding her strength + both virgins + one-on-one] I woke up transmigrated into a CEO romance novel as the cannon-fodder female lead, Yan Huai's wife in name only. The original owner was foolish and vicious, and was just waiting to be kicked out. I tore up the script on the spot. Why turn down a fortune and a carefree life? As for my rumo
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Clouds at Dawn, Snow in Prayer, Peace Returns 云初照雪，祈安归
Luoyunchu, the young lady of the Prince of Zhennan’s household, was gentle by nature and renowned for her talent. Inspiration often came to her in dreams, where she painted “Lantern in the Snow,” but she always woke to hazy flames and the smell of blood. The repaired white jade pendant at her waist, a protective charm her father had found for her, sometimes grew faintly warm. Song Qi’an, who took charge of the Ministry of Justice at just twenty-three, was a brilliant investigator and a cold, ta
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