To Hell with Imperial Power and Wealth [Book Transmigration]

[The author's upcoming and completed stories are waiting for your support and collection!] Writing isn't easy. Thank you for supporting the official version on Jinjiang! [Blurb for this story] Also known as Running and Hiding and Being a Princess Is Hard A sweet-faced, black-hearted male lead x a laid-back female lead who pretends to be foolish While reading a novel, Xie Qiongle discovered that she shared the exact same name as a minor female character in the book. Although they had the same name, the character was a pampered princess of the imperial family, while Xie Qiongle was just an overworked office drone. Reading novels was the simplest pleasure Xie Qiongle could enjoy after work. And in the world of novels, there was a "legend" that people who shared a name with a character would transmigrate into a book. When the legend became reality, Xie Qiongle immediately realized that she was only a minor character in the story and wouldn't live much longer. This minor female character had been given a golden finger. She held the best hand, played it in the worst possible way, and sent herself straight to her doom. She fell for the novel's second male lead and wouldn't stop pestering him, so he schemed to send her to a neighboring kingdom for a political marriage. She didn't even survive the journey. It was now clear that love makes people stupid, and men would only keep her from reaching the pinnacle of life. Xie Qiongle resolutely decided to cut ties with the novel's second male lead, cling to her biological older brother, the male lead, and coast her way to becoming the empire's eldest princess, enjoying a life of wealth and luxury. Unfortunately, things didn't go as smoothly as she'd imagined. Her relationship with the handsome and talented second male lead became ever more tangled, and they just couldn't stop getting involved with each other. She said frankly, "You go your way, I'll go mine. Let's leave each other alone." Who could have guessed that the usually gentle Young Master Ji would forcefully press a precious object into her palm and say that he didn't want to sever their ties? Ji Cheng'an, do you know your character is acting out of character? [Before You Read] 1. This is a fictional setting with many original worldbuilding details. The tone is light, and the language is straightforward. Please keep that in mind. 2. You don't need to tell me if you drop the story. I hope everyone finds one they'll enjoy! [Currently updating: Blurb for the historical romance Mistletoe] A pessimistic, self-deprecating female lead x a cold-blooded, deranged male lead Zen teaches serenity; sandalwood brings blessings. Let go of a single thought, and all things will be at ease. They named him Chan Tan, wishing that he would live a life of quiet reflection and generosity, and grow into a good man who helped the world. They never expected Luo Chantan to take countless lives, commit every imaginable evil, and become a villain despised by all. Born into the deepest reaches of the imperial palace, where the emperor's authority reigned supreme, he saw the filthiest, most corrupt hearts from a young age. Neither favored nor backed by anyone, he was treated as worthless as mud. The palace gardens were a place without mercy. He took a mad delight in watching the powerful meet their downfall, dragging them from their heights into the abyss time and time again. He was a demon of the mortal world, walking the path of evil and feeding on human flesh and greed, piling one wicked deed upon another. Women are scorned and abused, envied and despised. Since ancient times, they have ranked beneath men. Even her mother had named her Zhaonan, a homophone for "summon a boy." Despite ranking near the top of her class, she had to leave school to earn tuition for her unmotivated younger brother. Every penny she'd saved from a year's wages was forced into her parents' hands to plug holes that could never be filled. Even her marriage was decided by her parents, who intended to wed her to a potbellied country gentleman already on his second marriage. It should all have ended there. But fate played a cruel joke on her. Though she had no desire to live, she was reborn and came back to life. A cold blade glinted against her throat. She closed her eyes, waiting for judgment to come. But the swordsman smirked and lowered his weapon. "You want to die? Then I won't give you what you want." What he wanted was to see people struggle before death, to watch them tremble helplessly in terror and despair. Her eyes were cold. She had no desire to live, nor any earnest wish to die. They were as still as a pool of dead water. They were eyes without hope, without light. A feverish excitement surged within him. He desperately wanted to see hope ignite in those eyes, only to be extinguished again. That would surely be fascinating. Theme: A good life is something you create for yourself.