A Qing Dynasty Reincarnation: The Little One Refuses to Overwork

Ivan was the cutest male fox in his clan.

Playful and mischievous, he once broke into a forbidden place belonging to his family. A flash of white light, and he found himself in a strange world.

It was warm and cozy around him, so comfortable it was as if he had returned to the womb.

When he was born, he found himself face-to-face with a pair of dark eyes. "?"

*

Ivan thought this world was wonderful. His Eji and Ama loved each other dearly.

Whatever he wanted, someone brought it to him.

Lounging in the sun every day was wonderfully comfortable, and no one forced him to study the family traditions.

A little coaxing was all it took to get even the usually stern Great Consort Jere to bring him snacks.

The silly Fulin was always running after him, too.

Free and unrestrained, he was the happiest little fox.

*

But could someone tell him what this thing was?

[Congratulations, Host, on activating the Involution System. Starting now, the 007 work schedule is in effect.]

"One point puts you ahead of an entire schoolyard, and one point leaves a thousand people in the dust. Host, go for it!"

Ivan glanced sideways and pouted, ready to give up.

A moment later, he was writing his characters with a singed tail in his arms, looking utterly aggrieved.

Hong Taiji watched him. "My son needn't work so hard." After all, the empire I conquer will all be yours.

The important minister Ao Bai looked rather pleased. "His Majesty has an heir worthy of him." Surely Duoergun wouldn't be able to stir up trouble now.

From then on, Ivan was forced to learn Manchu, Mongolian, and even modern science and technology in his sleep.

In the end, not only did Namuzhong force Bomuboguo'er to work harder, but the underachiever Fulin was also forced into a 996 schedule.

*

Ivan looked up at the sky. "Life is so hard."

With a plop, an apricot fell to the ground.

A girl dressed as a boy on the garden wall winked at him. "Want to go play?"

--- Coming soon ---

I Picked Up an Amnesiac Kangxi

Yu Xiaoxiao was born in the apocalypse and possessed one of the rarest abilities: psychic powers.

She was solitary and powerful. Beneath her frail, pitiful appearance was a violent and malicious nature.

Now and then, people saw her looking delicate and tearful as she cried while stamping on a zombie's head and breaking its arm.

The knife spinning in her hand would whoosh through the air, spraying a zombie's pale brains everywhere.

One day, she found herself in a dynasty called Great Qing, where verdant vegetable fields looked nothing like the heaps of corpses she was used to.

Her starving mother, skin and bones, handed her a little hoe. Her younger brother wailed behind them, hungry for milk.

Her mother said, "Hurry up and cut some pigweed."

She: "?"

--

Kangxi, on his southern tour, had never imagined that some corrupt officials had escaped justice. Wounded by an assassin, he collapsed by the roadside.

When he woke, he saw a pair of slender, delicate hands. The woman was soft and charming, with a willowy figure; every frown and smile carried sweetness and shyness.

When she saw he was awake, she wore an expression of utmost fragility and held out the little hoe in her hands. When he touched her, he could feel her trembling with shyness and fear.

She said, "Could you do me a favor?"

So, after occasionally returning at night from cutting pigweed, Kangxi would see the girl sitting in a tree, her hem stained with blood and a blade of grass between her lips. She would give him a gentle smile.

--

Kangxi finally regained his memories and escaped his days of cutting pigweed.

How could a young emperor, born to such noble status, associate with these people?

That day, the people bowed in homage. The imperial carriage rose high above the crowd, while rows of armed guards waited with their heads bowed for the young and renowned emperor to return to the palace.

Inside the small carriage on the way back, the fragile and helpless Yu Xiaoxiao leaned against the seat, lips pressed together as she gave everyone a frightened, delicate smile.

--

Ever since Emperor Kangxi returned to the palace, all the consorts felt that their lives had become difficult.

That shameless woman put on a coy, charming act, but she was rotten to the core.

They couldn't go on living like this.

--- Coming soon: When a Big Shot Becomes a Fake Heiress ---

For reasons that cannot be explained, Renxu was locked in a little cabin on a remote mountain by a suitor who had turned evil.

Ten thousand years later, the seal had weakened.

The once-furious villain had vanished, too.

Renxu broke through into the light of day and became a little fake heiress who had died on a remote mountain.

At first, everyone in Nancheng thought the fake heiress, who had taken another family's place, would fare badly after leaving the Meng family.

After all, she'd stolen someone else's place, was ruthless and malicious, and couldn't tolerate anyone else.

A few rich childhood friends mocked her. "In two months, she'll be crying and begging the Meng family to take her back."

But the Nancheng elite waited two months, five months, two years...

They never saw the fake heiress crying and begging to return to the Meng family. Instead, they saw her elegant, stunning, and poised. At banquets, renowned masters who were usually impossible to invite fussed around her, eager to serve.

Nor did they see the Meng family throw her out in disgrace, as they had imagined. Instead, the Mengs bowed and scraped before her.

Everyone in Nancheng was shocked. Had the world gone mad?

When they ventured deep into danger and faced several of the world's greatest indescribable horrors,

The most talented young Celestial Master in his sect stood in front of Renxu, the innocent, fragile, lovable girl, his arms trembling.

The young Celestial Master said, "D-d-don't be afraid."

But no one noticed the Northern Ghost King, reputed to be bloodthirsty, evil, and capricious, staring fixedly at the woman behind him.

She had taken his money to treat another man to dinner, then disappeared without a word.

The Southern Demon King, known for his nasty disposition and violent temper, paused and ground his teeth.

She had promised she would never leave him, then ran off when he wasn't looking, leaving him alone to suffer.

At that moment, the powerful indescribable horrors all had the same thought: They had to tie her to the foot of the bed and make her beg for mercy.

--- Coming soon: The Little Trouble-Maker of the 1980s ---

Lin Yuan was known as a fool throughout the neighboring villages. It was a shame she had such a pretty face.

Everyone in Lin Family Village felt sorry for her.

Lin Yuan's parents had taken a huge bride price and were eager to get rid of her. As luck would have it, there was a fool in the same village, the son of a village official.

A fool with a fool. No one would say she'd wasted a peony by planting it in cow dung.

But...

Yuan Yuan, from another continent, transmigrated into her body.

A church saintess who had been doted on since childhood and adored wherever she went, Yuan Yuan blinked and stared in confusion at the impoverished world before her.

Her gaze shifted, settling on the young man from the Xie family next door.

He was quiet and reserved, but he would wash her clothes and put on her socks for her, just like the bishop who had always stayed by her side at church.

--

Everyone who had spent a long time with Xie Mingyi knew that Brother Xie was decisive, clever, and perceptive. No one had ever dared cross his line.

He had clawed his way up from a remote little place to his current position, and his subordinates were always on edge, not daring to entertain even the slightest other thought.

But no one knew how the formidable, fearsome Xie Mingyi spoke in a soft voice as he coaxed someone into putting on socks.

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