Shen Yue traveled through time.
Being smashed to death.
If you want to go back in time, just go back in time. Others who go back in time are all beautiful women, but why is she a vicious general who looks fat and dresses in gaudy clothes?
Just be vicious, why are your aunt and sister deliberately trying to harm her?
Since you are unkind, don't blame me for being unjust.
Want to shine in the prince's selection of concubines? Okay, I'll let my good sisters make you lose face.
Want to be a princess? Okay, I will try my best to bring together the sisters and the prince.
As for me, life is so unsatisfactory, so I will write articles to make money, set a small goal, and first become a billionaire.
But who can tell her what the rogue in her room is doing?
Shen Yue put her hands on her hips: "What exactly do you want to do?"
Xiao Yixuan smiled charmingly: "I want to marry you."
Shen Yue refused: "No, don't even think about it."
Xiao Yixuan's lips curled up slightly: "I have money."
Shen Yue changed her face and smiled charmingly: "Then when do you think you have time?"
Xiao Yixuan thought about what his wife would be like, whether she was gentle or lively.
But he didn't expect that his wife would be a celebrity?
Or a celebrity who wins the hearts of countless girls?
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In Chang'an City,
A writer who calls himself Mr. Yun suddenly appears, and the books he writes attract the attention of countless noble ladies.
The crowd outside Songzhuzhai is full of people who want to see Mr. Yun.
Nymphomaniac No. 1: Mr. Yun must be such a graceful person to be able to write such a book.
Nymphomaniac No. 2: If I could marry Mr. Yun, I would be able to laugh even in my dreams.
Intention: Just pamper her and that's it.