Alas, Prince Rong Is a Woman

[New novel, I Set Up a Stall at the Night Market in Ancient Times, please add it to your favorites!] Prince Rong died a miserable death in a palace coup in his previous life. Reborn, he was determined to accomplish two things: take revenge and repay a debt of gratitude. His revenge went smoothly, but the road to repaying his debt was full of twists and turns. Xiao Lingrong said earnestly, "Young Master Xie, tell me what you want, and I'll do everything in my power to find it for you." Xie Ting'an gave a slight nod. "What I want is you." Xiao Lingrong: "???" Who would have thought that the jade-like young master of the Xie family would fall for a man again, and that this time the man would be me? Wait, no. That's not the point. The point is, I'm not a man! A few things to know before reading: 1. This story is set in a fictional world. Please don't nitpick the historical details; everything is in service of the romance. 2. Complete. Enjoy! Please add my new novel to your favorites! It starts on January 16, 2024. Blurb: Sang Man transmigrates into a book, becoming the cannon-fodder villainess who was mistakenly identified and brought back in place of the Marquis's real daughter. The original Sang Man had lived on a farm for seventeen years. She had been back at the Marquis's estate for less than a month, still bewildered by it all, when the real daughter, reborn, showed up and exposed her identity. In her previous life, the real daughter had an unhappy marriage, trusted the wrong people, and lived a miserable life, dying young. Only on her deathbed did she learn she was the Marquis's daughter. Reborn, she came to hate Sang Man for taking her place. When Sang Man arrives, she's at a banquet for the nobility. The real daughter has just set her up to fall into the water, and a dissolute young thug, planted nearby to ruin her reputation, is on his way. With no other choice, Sang Man clings desperately to the hand of a passing young prince, a man of the highest rank and privilege, and refuses to let go. * Chu Wanzhao has been rather troubled lately: this woman named Sang Man seems to be deliberately trying to get his attention. First she clung to him, soaked from head to toe. Then she sent him pastries she'd made herself along with a love letter. She dressed up beautifully and kept arranging chance meetings in front of him. She insisted that he agree to one condition in exchange for her help, and wouldn't let him take it back later. That condition must be that he marry her. The young prince of Nanzhou graciously thought, If she proves herself, marrying her might not be out of the question. Sang Man, convinced she'd successfully latched onto a powerful patron: Hehe, now I've got a backer, so I don't have to worry about the real daughter causing trouble anymore. Time to make a name for myself in business! * The Great Yong Dynasty has opened its night curfew, and Sang Man, who loves money more than life, sets her sights on Jingshan Academy in the suburbs of the capital. Roujiamo, jianbing, fruit tea, barbecue, stinky tofu, fried skewers, malatang, grilled wheat gluten, sweet potato noodles... Every day after classes, students at Jingshan Academy, from twenty-year-olds down to seven-year-olds, crowd around a snack stall called Qianlixiang, drooling and unable to tear themselves away. They all become devoted fans of its food. #TakeSnackStallsAcrossGreatYong #BossLadySaveMyTasteBuds #IGetPorkyCravingsEveryDayAndOnlyQianlixiangCanCureThem# Theme: