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Books by Li Xinyao
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Transmigrating into a Life of Drama 穿越之戏精人生
I got hit on the head while acting and somehow transmigrated to an ancient noble household. These seductive schemers want to take me on? If your skills are that low, don't bother showing off. I’m the real master of drama!
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The Warlord’s Young Marshal and His Qipao-Clad Wife 军阀少帅的旗袍夫人
“Moonlight streamed through the stained-glass window, falling on the newly made dark green qipao. Gu Zhaozhao ran her fingertips over its twin-lotus pattern, and half a map of the foreign concessions emerged from the silk! This was the Gu family’s ‘shadow-pattern technique,’ and the lethal weapon she had kept hidden for ten years. But when she entered the Shen household with her embroidery patterns in hand, she stumbled upon the secret of Shen Yanqing, the reckless young marshal: his pocket watc
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A Dreamy, Fated Romance 幽梦奇缘
The cool, aloof young woman Tao Yue meets Pan Yichen in ancient times, and the two fall in love. But a scheming woman and an obsessive man try to tear them apart. With her special abilities, Tao Yue plays the fool to catch her enemies off guard, delivers elegant face-slapping, and protects both love and justice.
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After He Gouged Out My Spiritual Bones, the Mad Immortal Venerable Regretted It Too Late 剜我灵骨后，疯批仙尊他追悔莫及
He imprisoned me for a hundred years, all because I resembled the woman he cherished. To bring her back to life, he personally cut out my one-of-a-kind Chaos Spirit Bone and cast me aside like worthless trash. He thought I was dead, never realizing I had returned to the Demon Realm and risen to supreme power. When he came to rule the world with his resurrected “beloved,” I arrived through a mountain of corpses and a river of blood, pointing my sword at his heart. Mo Qingxuan, take a good loo
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After I Transmigrated into a Sealed Fool 穿越成被封印的痴儿后
"You little dummy, splashed water on my shoes again?" Xie Qingci leans against a pillar in the corridor, swinging his wine flask and raising a sharp brow. Su Wanzhao hunches her shoulders and rubs her hands together, but a sly glint flickers in the corner of her eye. Who would have guessed that this lowly servant, the butt of jokes across the entire sect, had just used modern forensic techniques to identify the fatal knife wound in a missing-girl case while examining a corpse at the funeral home
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