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After transmigrating, Bai Qing became the arrogant, domineering legitimate daughter of the prime minister.
In her previous life, she had been mute for over twenty years. Now that she'd cleared her throat, Bai Qing was ready to take on anyone who crossed her!
...And then her nemesis, Fu Wenzhao, caught her in a compromising position.
Looking at this woman, who either ignored him or went out of her way to oppose him, Fu Wenzhao thought, Heaven is on my side. He tapped the table and laid down three rules:
First, she had to greet him properly whenever they met. Second, she couldn't casually badmouth him in front of others. Third, she had to write him three letters a month, including but not limited to praising him.
Afraid her secret would come to light, Bai Qing had no choice but to agree to the three rules, even though it meant being forced to shower Fu Wenzhao with praise.
Later, the truth did come out. When Fu Wenzhao came to apologize, Bai Qing looked down her nose at him and decided to give him a taste of his own medicine, laying down the same three rules:
First, he had to greet her properly whenever they met. Second, he couldn't casually badmouth her in front of others. Third, he had to write her three letters every month, including but not limited to praising her.
Fu Wenzhao felt guilty, so despite his deep reluctance, he agreed.
At first, a few lines of praise kept him awake all night. But the more he wrote, the easier it became. He never expected that some words, once he started writing them, would keep flowing for the rest of his life.
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Ying Changyun, an internationally renowned portrait painter, transmigrated into a book and became a villainous master with nothing to his name and empty pockets.
To support himself, he returned to his old trade, painting portraits for lovesick young men and women longing for the people in their dreams.
His wealthy patrons all had different requests: a graceful beauty with a red mark between her brows, a gorgeous seductress with sultry eyes, a handsome young man with striking brows and bright eyes, a refined gentleman, Ying Changyun and his disciple gazing at each other lovingly...
Wait! What was that last one doing in there?!
Ying Changyun angrily threw down his paintbrush. He was an artist with principles. How could he give in for a few measly coins... twenty thousand spirit stones, enough to buy 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7...
Stop, my back is really flexible. How many degrees do you want me to bend?
After he delivered the paintings to his wealthy patrons, Ying Changyun became famous overnight. Powerful figures from all walks of life flocked to his door, having seen the breathtaking beauty of the characters in his fan art and wanting nothing more than to meet him.
At the same time, commissions for fan art of him and his disciple poured in. Everyone wanted to ship the cultivation world's most mysterious immortal, revered as a venerable, with his most talented half-demon disciple.
Until one day, his disciple placed every piece of fan art he'd painted in front of him, one by one, depicting every imaginable pose and position.
His once-sweet and thoughtful disciple dropped his act. His voice low and his eyes dark, he slowly leaned in and said, "The paintings Master made are good, but they're still missing something. Why don't you let your disciple discuss it with you properly, so that Master can improve his craft?"
#Where did the sweet disciple I worked so hard to raise go?#
#Male lead, stop taking off my clothes. I don't know you!#
#Help, the demon king is going to violate his master. I can't take it!#
***A story with a popular, universally adored protagonist and a love-triangle showdown.
Theme: Lay down your life for what's right and protect your country!
Hhhhhhhh I know I'm wrong
Ahhhh, so cute
Isn't it right... In ancient China, imperial power was supreme, not democracy? How could the country belong to the common people?
The flowers are sprinkled at the end, it's great
This hug from behind hit me! ! ! ! ! !
This is... The twelfth update? Scared me
26.1: Carbon monoxide?
Finished spreading flowers ~ looking forward to my wife's next book
Come on, madam (??????)
Well, sir, look, it's already reached this point. Well, can you please... Please give me an update? (≧3≦)