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Books by Qing Xinghe
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The Divining Imperial Consort: From Talented Lady to Empress 占卜皇妃，从才人到皇后
(Subtitle: Transmigrating as a discarded pawn, I use divination to rise from abandoned daughter to empress) Shen Qingci, a modern psychology master's graduate and tarot reader, dies suddenly and transmigrates into a lowly illegitimate daughter in the Great Liang Kingdom, a discarded pawn destined to live no more than three months. Her birth mother is being held hostage, and her legal mother forces her to enter the palace in her elder sister's place and die. Others have noble families, bea
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The Palace Maid Overheard My Inner Thoughts 朕的心声被宫女偷听了
Su Wan is a palace maid working a dangerous job deep in the palace. From the start, she's beaten by the tyrant and nearly loses her life. To stay alive, she sets three iron rules: keep away from the emperor, keep a low profile, and save up to run away. Who could have guessed that the cold-blooded tyrant everyone fears is actually a grumbling, aggrieved groundhog on the inside? The endless memorials vex him, his neck aches unbearably, and he craves a taste of osmanthus cake but fears people wil
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After Failing to Lie Flat, I Became the Empress 躺平失败后我成了皇后
Su Jin transmigrated into the past and became a candidate for the imperial consort selection. In her previous life, she worked herself to death. This time, she had only one goal: Go through the selection as a formality, then leave the palace and lie flat in retirement. But she hadn’t fought for anything, and the emperor still picked her at first sight. Once in the palace, she only wanted to be invisible. She wouldn’t compete for favor or pick sides, but a reborn, scheming sister had decided to t
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I’m Shen Ye by Day, and Her by Night 白天我是沈夜，晚上我是她
By day, I am Shen Ye, the undisputed ruler of Shanghai’s financial world, cold and ruthless, with a merciless hand. By night, I am her: the most popular songstress at the Paramount, dressed in qipao and singing nocturnes, trying to survive the chaos of 1937. After a brush with death, my soul became bound to that of a woman from the Republican era. At sunset, I become her, facing the guns of Japanese spies, interrogation by the Green Gang, and a Shanghai on the brink of falling. At sunrise, she b
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