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Books by Qing Yaoyao
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The Poison Consort Is Hard to Tame, but the Wicked Prince Won’t Stop Spoiling Her 毒妃难训，邪王宠不休
She is an inheritor of the healing arts and poison-based magic. After transmigrating, she becomes the foolish, unwanted legitimate daughter of a marquis’s household. He is the exalted crown prince, cold, domineering, ruthless, and bloodthirsty, yet he makes a declaration to the whole world for her. “The laws of this land will all make way for her!” But what happened to his promised ruthlessness and mercilessness? One day, he says, “Woman, you shamelessly seduced me, abandoned me, hid from me, an
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We Met in Early Summer 我们相遇在初夏
Devoted to Each Other + Female Forensic Doctor + Male Narcotics Officer Synopsis: Chu Sheng has loved archaeology since childhood, but an accident changed her mind, and she went on to study forensic medicine at university. Their story begins when they meet one summer, brought together by an exchange program between their schools. As they work through one case after another, they come to understand their own feelings. Because of that accident, the heroine is also drawn into a drug-enforcement cri
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I Taught Business at an Academy in Ancient Times 我在古代教经营学院
A freshly graduated teacher steps out of school and transmigrates straight into an academy in a fictional world. She tears apart the old idea that a woman’s lack of talent is a virtue and stumbles her way through teaching and guiding her students. Just as she’s ready to give up and throw in the towel, a royal edict appoints Xiaobai the academy’s headmistress! She watches the students transform from miserable little gourds into ministers, wealthy merchants, teachers, and literary greats... Even t
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Wolf Fang Sparrow 狼牙雀
The first time Duan Nuo slipped out of the Duan residence, she was five. She squeezed through a small side gate in the narrow passage, stepped on a broken brick for leverage, and used a strip of wood salvaged from her brother's scrap pile to pry open the iron bolt. Beyond lay the bustling streets of the capital: sparks flew from the blacksmith's forge, children crowded around a popcorn stall, and a little flower seller crouched at the mouth of an alley, her jasmine blossoms tied into bunches wit
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