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Books by He Miao Miao
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I’m the Only One in the Capital Whose Thoughts the Villains Can Hear 全京城只有反派听见了我的心声
[Political intrigue + feel-good power fantasy + face-slapping + transmigrate into a book + decisive ruthlessness + smart characters + both leads are each other's first] The day Zhou Nian'an transmigrated into the body of the Grand Princess, the System told her she would hold power over the court and could pick from three thousand male consorts. Zhou Nian'an burst out laughing. It was all fake. She couldn't approve memorials or mobilize troops, and the three thousand male consorts were still mark
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I Transmigrated Back to the Day I Was Sentenced to Die, Then I Toppled the Emperor 穿越回被赐死当日，我反手掀了皇
The day Shen Zhiyi was sentenced to death, blood stained the white silk, and not a soul in the court dared speak. When she opens her eyes again, she is back on the night before her execution. This time, she will not beg to live. She will bring down this murderous imperial power. Xie Yunzheng breaks his vows and takes up the blade for her; Zhou Yanqiu rekindles the cause of public discourse; and Yun Niang gives her life to pass on a secret. Meanwhile, the hidden struggle between Empress Xiao Ling
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I Became the Ninth-Rank Eunuch in the Ming Dynasty 我在明朝当九千岁
The night wind was like a blade wrapped in shards of ice, sweeping over the bare slope of Coal Hill and stirring up dust and an overwhelming smell of gunpowder. The stench seeped into my nostrils, metallic and bloody, shooting straight to my head. I clutched a length of cold, slick white silk in my hand, my knuckles whitening from the force, almost digging into the fine fabric. The other end of the silk was tied to the lowest branch of a crooked old locust tree, swaying faintly in the wind like
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My Takeout Deliveries Can Upgrade My Martial Arts 我的外卖能加点武功
A torrential downpour came crashing down like a basin of water being overturned. Fat raindrops pounded against Chen Mo’s yellow helmet with a steady patter. The electric scooter’s headlight barely cut through the rain, illuminating the indistinct road ahead. The phone’s navigation app repeated mechanically, “You’ve gone off route. Recalculating.” Irritated, he smacked the dripping-wet phone mount. The bright red countdown in the upper-right corner of the screen flashed into view: 00:07:32. Build
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