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Books by Shen Zhiyue
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After Entering Journey to the West, I Became a Rich Woman in the Heavenly Court 穿进西游后，我在天庭当富婆
[Heroine's love interest: Nezha + Lots and lots of personal headcanon + Not a strong heroine + OOC warning!] After working overtime for a whole month, Zhao Baozhu dropped dead. Even as she died, she was thinking: I hope that when I open my eyes again, I'll hear my father laugh like the rich old man he is. It seemed Heaven had heard her wish. When she opened her eyes again, she had become a peony grown by the God of Wealth, Zhao Gongming. Zhao Baozhu: Oh no, this man really is a rich old man! Aft
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I Became the Villain's Doomed Fiancée in a Political Intrigue Novel 穿成权谋文中反派早死的未婚妻
Xu Mingyue is transported into a novel called The World Under Heaven's Rule, where she becomes the early-deceased fiancee of the antagonist, Xie Yuan. The male lead in the novel is an illegitimate son of the Chancellor's household. Armed with all kinds of cheats, he eventually helps the Third Prince ascend the throne and becomes a powerful minister second only to the emperor. The antagonist disguises herself as a man and works her way up through the imperial examinations, rising from a farmer's
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The Useless Prodigy: The Emperor's Cunning Little Wildcat 逆天废材：帝尊的腹黑小狂妃
Gu Li finally escapes the Gu family, that place where people are eaten alive without a trace, and is just about to make a name for herself when she falls into a cold embrace once more. The Night Hall Master's deep voice rings out: "What, are you not going to take responsibility?" Gu Li keeps a straight face and snaps back, "What about it? This young master has more important things to do. Just wait for me at home!" Then she dashes off in a flash...
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Glowing Fireflies Cross the Palace Gates 流莹渡宫门
In the late autumn of Yongning Year Seven, a broken kite shaped like a blue luan swept over the wall of the Cold Palace. Eight-year-old Ming Yi gathered up her skirts and chased it into a ginkgo grove, stumbling into a game of intrigue planned for years. The ink-bamboo patch on the young scholar’s robe carried the scent of medicine, yet his fingertips lifted the poem she had filled with loneliness: “An orphaned goose carries the cold moon. Your Highness, do you know the cold moon shines on more
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