The Canary’s Rebellion [Reborn]

"Her? A vain, empty-headed beauty."

"How could she possibly be Young Master Xie's girlfriend? She's just a plaything."

That was Ming Liyan before she was reborn. After being reborn, Ming Liyan learned her lesson the hard way: she had to break up with him. No question about it.

Before the breakup, Ming Liyan was sweet and bashful, a lovely beauty with a honeyed tongue and a warm heart.

After the breakup, Ming Liyan could split boulders with her bare hands and paint masterpieces with a deft brush. Industry titans surrounded her, and powerful figures flocked to her side.

As for being a pretty vase? Everyone shook their heads. That kind of fragility had nothing to do with Ming Liyan. If anything, she was more like a massive bronze cauldron.

But later, they realized they still didn't know the half of it. Not only was she a master painter, but... was she the divine painter Ma Liang himself?!

They had to be seeing things. How could butterflies fly out of a painting?

The wise don't speak of the supernatural, and no spirits are allowed to become immortal after the founding of the nation. It must all be an illusion.

Recommended: my completed older works:

a: The Modern Life of a Spirit Chef: a sweet modern food story

b: The Potion Master in the Modern Era: a story about scientific research and strengthening the nation

Please add my new story to your favorites: Carrying the Reborn Villain's Baby [Quick Transmigration]

Qiu Yunwei transmigrates through one small world after another to raise children, unaware that every one of them is extraordinary.

A political heavyweight who starts a war in the interstellar world, a scientist who wants to destroy the world in the modern world, a violent emperor who brings down his country in the ancient world...

Qiu Yunwei knows none of this. She's busy spinning her little one around in the air. Her baby never smiles, so she has to make him laugh.

The interstellar councilor, reborn after a life of wielding power and striking terror into countless hearts with a single glance, can now only wail and protest at the top of his lungs. Dizzy, dizzy! How dare she! She's spinning him so fast he's about to pass out!

And no kissing his face, no calling him "sweetheart," and no little dresses...

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