After Transmigrating into Three Crematorium Novels at Once

Ning Zhen, a woodworking-channel creator, transmigrated. She didn't know how to do much, but luckily she could handle a little carpentry, enough to support herself in this Jiangnan town.

A single mother and her orphaned child moved in next door. Ning Zhen took pity on them and gave them two wooden beds, only to receive two exquisite pearl earrings in return.

"I should have thrown them away long ago. I was the one who kept insisting." The cool, elegant woman looked utterly desolate. "You may as well give them to Sister. At least they won't go to waste."

Her child, who never forgot anything and was clever as a whip, said, "Mother, don't be sad. He's a scoundrel. I'll take care of you!"

Hearing their names, Ning Zhen finally understood.

So this was the crematorium novel she'd read, The Prime Minister and His Little Runaway Concubine!

Ning Zhen went into the city to sell the pearl earrings. The buyer was a woman who was gravely ill and needed the pearls ground into medicine to ease her pain.

She'd only felt sorry for the woman, but after hearing her name, how was this another crematorium novel, The Foreign Hostage's Little Medicine Slave?

The mortar and pestle Ning Zhen made were excellent quality, and the little medicine slave bought them regularly, so she often went into the city. One day, at the runaway concubine's request, Ning Zhen took her child to the city to find a school, only to discover that the teacher was a woman of remarkable poise.

Ning Zhen was already numb. She asked the teacher's name, and sure enough, it was from The Duke's Wife After Her Engagement Was Broken!

Life in this little town was surprisingly colorful. Ning Zhen worked on her carpentry and enjoyed the gossip, lamenting that there was no one to share it with. Luckily, a sickly young gentleman moved in next door. He looked weak and scholarly, and often visited Ning Zhen's carpentry shop.

The young gentleman was a good listener, quiet and polite, and rarely offered an opinion. Even when he did, his views were much the same as Ning Zhen's:

What do a prime minister, a hostage, or a duke matter? Better if they were dead!

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Zhao Jia had been poisoned with a deadly toxin, and the palace had been infiltrated by spies, so she had no choice but to recuperate in Jiangnan.

The little carpenter next door was outgoing and often shared all kinds of gossip with her, but Zhao Jia wasn't exactly patient. Indifferently, she thought that if Ning Zhen got in her way, she'd simply kill her.

Ning Zhen: "Did you know? It turns out the current prime minister is so greedy. He isn't just monopolizing land, he's miserly, too. Several of his subordinates want to defect to the emperor..."

Zhao Jia: "...Never mind. I'll let her live three more days."

Ning Zhen: "Did you know? That foreign hostage who supposedly ran away still hasn't escaped. He keeps harassing my friend every few days, and apparently he's even bought a house around here..."

Zhao Jia: "Fine. I'll grant you three more years."

Ning Zhen: "Did you know? The Duke Who Protects the State has been planning a rebellion all along! No wonder he broke off his engagement even though he liked her. He's really playing the devoted male lead..."

Zhao Jia: "..."

Zhao Jia thought that if Ning Zhen told her stories like these every day, letting her live to a ripe old age might not be such a bad thing.

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