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Books by Dusk Crow in Blue Robes
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Master Shofu's Strategy Manual 首辅大人的攻略手册
[Female Supporting Character + Married First, Love Later + Love at First Sight + Instinctive Attraction] Shen Yichu transmigrates into the role of Gu Yansheng's newlywed wife. Everyone in the capital knows that the man destined to become Chief Councilor has a beloved white moonlight in his heart, while his new bride is nothing more than a political gift the Shen family forced on the Gu household in exchange for their military achievements. To stay alive, Shen Yichu begins a carefully planned cam
656Reads8.2Score514Shelves
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The Madam Was Born to Bewitch 夫人她媚骨天成
When I opened my eyes, I had become the vicious cannon-fodder character in a political intrigue novel: arrogant and stupid, newly married to the powerful minister Pei Jing, and already trying to poison him with the nuptial wine. In the original story, I didn’t survive past chapter three. Looking at the stunning face in the mirror, with a beauty mark at the corner of my eye, I promptly knocked over the poisoned wine and dashed barefoot into my husband’s bath. Through the swirling steam, I wrap
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Rewriting the Plot in a Powerful Official's Script 我在权臣剧本里改剧情
Xu Mianyu transmigrates into an ancient romance novel as the busty, brainless cannon-fodder heroine, destined to be used to death by the future powerful minister, Bai Shijing. She decisively tears up the script and, with her skillful painting and modern mindset, turns a failing bookshop into a thriving business. All she wants is to save enough money to leave the capital and live out her days in peace. But the man who should have been the calamity written into her fate has quietly become a regula
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After Reincarnating as a Short-Lived Spy, I Won Over the Villain 穿成短命眼线后我攻略了反派
Reincarnated as a doomed spy, Su Wan’s rule for survival is simple: make Shen Jue believe she’s more useful alive. She opens a shop, draws maps, and passes along “harmless intelligence,” carefully maintaining her cover. Until he pins her against a bloodstained desk, his scorching breath burning her earlobe. “Your ledgers are spotless, your pastries are sweet, and your paintings… are quite distinctive.” “But this,” he says, his fingertip tracing her chest and making her shiver, “what exactly are
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