I, Meng Po, Will Risk My Life [Quick Transmigration]

[I've got 180,000 words of my new novel ready, and it will be launching soon! Please add Eternal Hell [Reborn] to your collection, friends! "bows"]

Blurb:

Good grief, even Granny Meng has to go on field assignments now? Is there any justice left in this world? The new King of Hell is a workaholic, and these days, even a dog in the underworld would be made to wear an armband and guide souls. Meng Xian never imagined that she, a humble soup-maker, would have to lug around a huge pot and go on assignments in her lifetime!

A dignified, upright swordsman, a scheming and formidable power minister, a cold, unruly Wolf King... Not one of them looks easy to deal with. How is she supposed to get them to willingly drink the soup and meet their deaths?

For the sake of peace among the Three Realms, Meng Xian dutifully shoulders her little pot and travels between worlds to deliver the soup. Unfortunately, the Soul-Transference Soup has such a bizarre color that no one would mistake it for anything good. The moment she brings it out, her targets grow suspicious.

Young hero: "The consultation fee wasn't enough, so why did the physician try to poison me?"

Power minister: "My lessons were only a little too demanding. Princess, why would you try to poison me?"

Her frail young husband silently sheds tears. "I once thought my wife was different from everyone else. In the end, I was wrong to put my faith in you!"

Meng Xian angrily slams down her pot. "You'll drink it whether you want to or not!"

I, Granny Meng, am here to take your lives!

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At first, Meng Xian thought this was just a long, tedious assignment, and racked her brains trying to send them into reincarnation as soon as possible.

That is, until the suspicious, calculating chancellor gave up every scheme and thought for her, throwing away his life as he charged into a sea of flames. The dashing young immortal lord, always so full of life, could not bear his longing for her and took his own life atop the towers of his hometown. The proud Wolf King bowed his head, scheming every possible way to win a single glance from her. The cold-hearted demon monk gazed at her with reddened eyes, driven nearly mad by the Heart-Cutting Gu.

She began to want to stay by their sides a little longer, until they had reached the end of their lives, until they had no regrets left.

One mission after another was completed perfectly, but Meng Xian still felt an emptiness inside. When she returned to the underworld after work, a storm was waiting for her. The former God of War of the Celestial Realm, now King of Hell, grabbed her and pulled her close. His voice was tight with restrained frustration and a hint of grievance. "Lord Meng, please look into this carefully. They have what I have, too."

* One-on-one romance. The male lead is the God of War and King of Hell. The small worlds are fragments of his divinity.

Order: Upright young swordsman, scheming power minister, fake sweet-natured husband, haughty young immortal lord, devoted big puppy, soft and adorable wolf in sheep's clothing, demon monk who gets his comeuppance.

[The 180,000-word manuscript for my upcoming novel Eternal Hell is ready, and it will be launching soon!]

Chen Zhu'er caught mice at three, gutted snakes at five, roamed the streets at seven, and ranged across the wilderness at nine. She mixed with all kinds of people and did all kinds of things, from fighting and smashing things to stealing and robbing.

The blind fortune-teller Wang under the bridge said she was heartless, a born bad seed.

Her mother begged for months before sending her to school. Her teacher threatened to take his own life unless she swore a solemn oath:

For the rest of her life, she must follow the rules and never do evil.

Chen Zhu'er agreed to everything, then turned around and picked up a butcher's knife.

What difference was there between killing a person and killing an animal?

Warm and crimson, it was all the same.

The dull little city and its dull people were not worth much of her attention. She managed to wear the skin of a virtuous gentleman, conducting herself with propriety and becoming an ordinary woman who slaughtered pigs.

Until the young opera performer from Fengle Ward, blushing shyly, offered her all his worldly possessions and pleaded, "Sister Zhu'er, I... I want to be with you."

Another fool, Chen Zhu'er sneered inwardly.

Someone who gave up everything for a scrap of affection could never have a happy ending. She'd sooner write her own name backward.

**

On the day Chen Zhu'er, Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, died, countless prominent families in the capital cheered. Firecrackers rang out for three whole days.

Until the Ninth Prince, who had been an opera performer before falling ill and dying three years earlier, appeared in mourning clothes and carried her funeral bier through the streets. Then he gathered his old followers, slaughtered his own relatives, seized the throne on behalf of the child emperor, and ordered the entire realm into mourning.

The Ninth Prince, once as radiant as the moon and capable of captivating the whole capital with a smile, was gone forever. The one who had risen from the dead now carried a dagger everywhere, stirring up chaos and wiping out the great families. The capital was shrouded in bloodshed for years.

People began to regret it. They had sent away the female demon, only for a Rakshasa King to appear in her place. When hell becomes the human world, when will this nightmare ever end?

In the ninth year of Yonghe, at year's end, snow fell heavily. The last of the great families were executed at Wumen Gate, their entire clans put to death. That night, the prince's manor went up in flames. Regent King Jing He bled out and died in a soul-summoning formation.

The searing pain of flames licking his skin had barely faded when he opened his eyes again. The weather was mild and bright, and he had returned to the spring of his seventeenth year.

This time, I seek neither love nor salvation. I will fall with you into Avici and remain forever in hell.

Theme: Striving to build a harmonious world.