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Books by The Depths of the Star Sea
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My Lord, Your Wife Has Left You 侯爷，夫人不要你了
On the night of my wedding to Xiao Yi, Marquis of Jing'an, I heard him comforting the weeping Zhao Yiyi outside the window: “She's nothing but a prop.” > Five years later, I returned with the Jiangnan trade routes under my belt, just as he was lining the streets with red silk to marry his second wife. > “My lord, the woman you once knew is dead.” Smiling, I handed him the half of our marriage contract that had survived the fire. > That night, he kicked open my courtyard gate, only to find the da
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Transmigrated Peasant Girl: I Made My Fortune Through Farming in Ancient Times 穿越农女：我在古代靠种田发家
> Shen Qinghe, a PhD in agronomy, transmigrated into the body of an abused child bride. In the depths of winter, she was forced to kneel barefoot on a field ridge. > Her wicked mother-in-law pointed at the cracked earth. “You worthless wretch, if you can’t grow food, I’ll sell you to a brothel!” > She pulled out the sweet potato slips she had secretly hidden and quietly planted them in the barren sand under cover of night. > Three months later, sweet potatoes as big as a person’s head grew in th
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Reborn as the Poison Doctor's Legitimate Daughter 重生之毒医嫡女
Shen Wanyi is reborn at the moment she has been pushed into a pond by her half-sister and falls unconscious with a high fever. Recognizing the truth of her previous life, she suppresses her hatred, pretends to be weak, and begins to plot. She sees through her half-sister Shen Qingrou’s feigned concern and secret poisoning scheme, then turns the tables on the spot, making Shen Qingrou suffer the consequences. Her first face-slapping victory leaves the household looking at her in a new light. She
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The Lady Who Returned from the Taoist Temple Went on a Rampage 从道观回来的大小姐杀疯了
I grew up at a Taoist temple on Mount Qingcheng and was not brought back to the Xie residence in Jinling until I was sixteen. My mother thought my manners were too rough, so every day she had the matrons teach me to walk without swaying my skirts and to smile without showing my teeth. But when torrential rain burst the riverbanks, I instinctively sprang from the tiled eaves to save people. The common folk fell to their knees and cried, “Immortal Maiden!” The night I returned home, my mother wept
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