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Books by Cotton Doll
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Transmigrating to Become a Farming Bride 穿越之农家娇女好种田
[Historical romance + transmigration + farming + building a fortune] Lu Shanmei, head of an ancient medical family, opens her eyes to find herself in the body of a foolish farmer’s daughter! As if transmigrating weren’t enough, she runs into a troublesome, injured prince in a mountain cave while sheltering from a storm. She has nothing and is buried in debt? Lu Shanmei says there’s no need to panic. From that moment on, her life takes off, and she races down the road to riches. One awful charact
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Transmigrate and Find a Prince to Be My Protector 穿越之拐个王爷当靠山
[Historical romance, transmigration, sweet romance, and a princess consort] Modern businesswoman Shang Suyao accidentally clicked a website link and transmigrated to ancient times, only to find that her new family was anything but peaceful. She transmigrated into Shen Lanxin, the second young lady of a general’s household, and immediately crossed paths with a certain prince before making a quick escape. At home, her stepmother rules with an iron fist, while her sanctimonious stepsisters scheme a
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Transmigrated: The Poison Doctor Concubine Is No Easy Target 穿越之毒医庶妃不好惹
Song Zhao, a genius young practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine, transmigrates and suddenly finds herself the second daughter of the prime minister, a woman so plain she is practically ugly. Her body is frail, and when she looks in the mirror, her face is covered in festering sores. Luckily, she has medical skills and a portable medicine space. She takes on her stepmother and fights for her father's affection. When her legitimate elder sister schemes against her, she turns the tables and
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Born Without Metal, I Can Only Survive by Cultivating 命里缺金的我只能靠修炼苟活
My name is Qin Xi. I died and became a ghost, the kind of death where you’re blown to pieces. Then, in a rather clichéd turn of events, I transmigrated to a place called the Cloud Realm, but I was still a ghost... I was a poor nobody when I was alive, and after death I was still a poor, weak ghost, the kind even a wandering spirit could kick around. With no other choice, I hid in a temple. The little temple’s Earth Immortal took pity on me and casually tossed me a manual for ghost cultivation. M
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