The Return of the Condor Heroes: I Am Ouyang Ke

This novel will go VIP on January 15. Reposting is prohibited. If you've reposted it before, please delete the text and take it down immediately. Thanks for your support! Throwing flowers, it's finally complete!!! I'm finally done!!! The characters in this novel are out of character. If that's not your thing, click the X in the upper-right corner. Rolling around, begging for follows and sponsorship! Coming soon: "The Nine Dragons Vie for the Throne, and I'm Here to Enjoy the Drama!" Please add it to your collection~ mwah Wen Ke carried memories of her previous life with her when she was born into the Qing Dynasty as a little princess, the daughter of an unfavored concubine in the imperial harem. She also got an utterly ridiculous "Imperial Harem Gossip System". It couldn't help her cultivate, and it wasn't a pocket dimension golden finger. Its only function, apparently, was to cheerfully broadcast the little rumors happening around her. [Ding-dong! Host, please take note! Today's top story: Consort Hui's cat bit Consort De's embroidered shoe, possibly triggering a diplomatic crisis in the harem!] [Gossip tip: Last night, the Kangxi Emperor summoned Consort Yi, but stayed for barely the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. Could he have something on his mind...?] Wen Ke: Wow! Her life's script had been written in stone from the moment she was born: grow up gentle and virtuous, marry for peace, move far away to the Mongolian grasslands, and become a pawn in a political marriage. The maids and matrons kept droning on, trying to brainwash her. She couldn't take another second of it! Lying in her cradle, Wen Ke blinked her innocent big eyes, inwardly sneering for the thirty-thousandth time: Who wants to be obedient and virtuous? Who wants to marry off to the grasslands? The grasslands? Exposed to wind and sun, with mosquitoes bigger than flies, sleeping in a tent where even rolling over would make your back ache! Drink milk tea for three days and you'll get heaty and break out in pimples. Ride horses until you start questioning your life. And she was supposed to go there for a political marriage? Give her a break. She wore silk and brocade, ate special little milk cakes from the Imperial Kitchen, and even her diapers were made of soft silk sent as tribute from Jiangnan. Life was comfortable. Who'd want to go through all that hardship? Her father had so many sons. Why not pick one or two of them to marry off instead? So? A political marriage? Not happening! If fate wouldn't give her a choice, she'd rewrite the script herself! And so the harem's whole vibe changed. A little chubby baby in a bellyband began her "growing-up plan to cozy up to powerful people." [Host, Host. This is your eldest brother, who's been confined because of witchcraft.] Yinzhi: ???? [Host, Host. This is your second brother, who's been stripped of his position as Crown Prince.] Yinreng: ???? [Host, Host. This is your third brother, who isn't the sharpest and got himself killed by his own stupidity.] Yinzhi: ???? [Host, Host. This is your fourth brother, who had the last laugh but worked himself to death.] Yinshen: ???? Theme: