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Time Travel and the Counterattack of the Concubine
In the 22nd century, the unlucky ghost Shen Xi was struck by lightning and died, and her soul pierced her body and became the most unpopular concubine in the Hou family. Her biological mother died young, her aunt-in-law was mean, and her aunt-in-law made things difficult for her. She was struggling in this hierarchical feudal prince's mansion. Until he met Hou Mochen, the eunuch in charge of the ceremony and eunuch who had won the emperor's heart and was extremely powerful. When they met for the
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Food Blogger VS Iron-Blooded Marquis: an Adventure in Time and Space
Modern food blogger Su Xiaotang accidentally traveled through time and became a bullied concubine in the Yongning Marquis Mansion. With her modern cooking skills and wisdom, she first showed her talents... Taking advantage of the old lady's birthday party, she surprised everyone with a "lotus cake" that incorporated modern aesthetic thinking. Not only did she save her face, but she also attracted the attention of Xiao Yu, the reclusive male protagonist of the Marquis.
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The South Vietnamese Creation Legend of Agent Princess
Agent Ling Wei's last consciousness was frozen in the sharp pain of the chip being implanted in her skull, and the subsequent explosion of flames that engulfed everything. There is no eternal darkness, only broken light and shadow and noisy sounds rushing in arbitrarily. Like a fast-forward clip of a bad movie, the memory fragments belonging to another soul, with despair, unwillingness and a bone-deep chill, collided with her highly trained and supposedly indestructible mental barrier. Chu Yueli
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Your Majesty, It's Time to Update Your World View
Consciousness awakens before the five senses. There was an unprecedented sense of emptiness, as if the soul had been forcibly stuffed into an ill-fitting skin, suffocating everywhere. The heavy eyelids seemed to be weighing heavily, and after several struggles, they were able to pry open a crack. Dim light penetrated into the eyes, vaguely outlining unfamiliar outlines. What lingers on the tip of the nose is not the fragrance of book and ink, but the astringent smell of dust and moldy wood, mixe
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