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Building an Empire with Nurhaci 跟随努尔哈赤打江山
Don’t assume that everything written down is history. In truth, every historical account has parts unknown to the public, even parts deliberately concealed. Those hidden truths are all the more gripping and shocking.
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My Soul Transmigrated into Yuan Chonghuan, So I Fought Like Hell to Avoid Being Dismembered 魂穿袁崇焕，为不受磔杀我也拼了
I had only just transmigrated into Yuan Chonghuan when Huang Taiji led his troops through the pass, heading straight for Beijing. If I went to the capital to defend the emperor, I’d surely be executed by being torn apart. No one would want to suffer that kind of fate. So I simply headed east to reclaim Liaodong. I’d only meant to force Huang Taiji to withdraw, but after all the killing along the way, not only did Huang Taiji fall to his knees and beg for mercy, even the suspicious Emperor Chongz
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Love Carved in Inkstone 砚雕情
The secret society is a world that is especially hard to understand. In this world, there are both the ways of the underworld and heroes of great valor. There is killing, but also justice that spans heaven and earth. Carve out a place for yourself in the name of justice!
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Reborn as a Female Official in the Forbidden City 重生紫禁城中当女官
The moment that pretty female prison guard gently pressed her down onto the injection bed on a snowy day, she still couldn't help thinking, “If Heaven would let me live again, I'd be a truly honest person; a genuine person; someone with noble interests; someone who stayed away from men; someone who...” She knew there was no way any of this could happen. But her fierce will to live, and her overwhelming regret for everything she'd done in the past, kept her from stopping herself from thinking th
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I'm a Restless Ghost. Who Should I Be Afraid Of? 我阴魂不散，我怕谁
This story begins in a tiny village on the North China Plain called Yuan Family Cemetery Village. As a child, I often heard the village elders say that our village got its name because, before Liberation, our ancestors had guarded the tombs of the wealthy Yuan family, generation after generation, right here. While guarding them, they also gave rise to us unfilial descendants. Which Yuan family, thirty li away, were they talking about? Back then, we children had no idea. But there really had once
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