[Harem Sweet Romance | Got the Everyone-Loves-Me Script After Transmigrating Into a Game | Two Strong Leads Tame Each Other | Happy Ending]
The main story is complete.
Award-winning game planner Gu Jin wakes up one day inside the palace intrigue game she designed herself.
The bad news: She’s been cast as a beautiful, pampered cannon-fodder consort from a prominent family, doomed to appear and disappear in no time. She might not even survive three minutes from the start.
Gu Jin, who has the game’s source code in hand: A pawn? Me? Are you sure?
Whether you’re a powerful princess scheming for the throne, a favored consort who’s held her position for years, or one of the two empress dowagers trying to interfere in your son’s marriage, so what if she’s only a low-ranking palace candidate right now?
“Come on, I’m the creator of this game! If I weren’t trying to make it back to reality, one line of code would reset every last one of you in an instant.”
She made a deleting gesture.
“Without even leaving a backup.”
Gu Jin effortlessly controls every variable, every plotline, and every contest for power.
All she has to do is clear the game and return to the real world.
But wait... Weren’t they supposed to see her as a thorn in their side?
Why are all her sworn rivals falling over themselves to kiss her?!
She was pretty sure she hadn’t been given the everyone-loves-me script.
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What she doesn’t know is that kindness is hard to come by in the harem...
And so is sincerity.
She is bright and keen, yet never loses her edge.
The closer people get to her, the farther they seem from the dark palace.
So falling in love with her, day by day, begins to feel inevitable.
So when the emperor, who has grown more and more fond of his pawn, steps into Gu Jin’s palace one day to invite her to take a boat out on the lake, he is stunned to discover:
The haughty Noble Consort: “Your Majesty, the flowers are lovely today. Why don’t I accompany you around the garden?”
The flamboyant Concubine Ying: “No, no! The Jiangnan Weaving Office has just sent over a new batch of brocade. It will perfectly complement Your Majesty’s incomparable beauty. Come see it with me first!”
The lovely Meiao, anxiously clutching her handkerchief nearby: “This is so unfair! I was here first!”
Meanwhile, Gu Jin reclines beneath the shadows of apricot blossoms, surrounded by beauties. Some laugh as they chase butterflies nearby, others sweetly offer her wine and grapes, while still others tease her and tell jokes to amuse her.
Even his usually arrogant and spoiled cousin is sitting there shyly, playing the zither for her???
Xiao Linchuan: ? What? Who’s the emperor here? Her, or me?!
Stop it! Don’t you all have your own ships?!
He never imagined that one day he, too, would lower himself and bend down to whisper a plea in her ear.
[Don’t go.]
[The evening flowers you love are about to bloom.]
[I beg you, don’t go.]
#I Got the Everyone-Loves-Me Script After Entering a Game
#You Have No Idea What It Means to Be a True Winner in Life
#Your Empress Is Fine, But the Consorts Are Mine
Reading Guide:
1. The palace intrigue follows a conventional setup at first. After the protagonist awakens, both leads are sexually inexperienced.
2. A female-led growth story, with genuine hardships.
[Coming Soon: A Sweet Modern Romance with Two Strong Leads]
Breaking the Mold
Their first meeting was a fall meticulously arranged by fate.
Paris.
The night was as dark as ink, and rain-slick cobblestones reflected the hazy neon lights.
Cheng Anning sat alone on a barstool in the corner. The amber liquid in her glass was already her sixth. The bar’s lighting was sultry and suggestive, like a carefully woven web, and she was the butterfly that had flown into it, her wings soaked through with tears and alcohol.
Her fiancé’s betrayal and the collapse of her career had ground the halo she once wore with pride into dust.
At that moment, all she wanted was to let alcohol numb every aching nerve, to lose herself and disappear in this foreign land.
“Another drink.”
She was badly drunk, tears still clinging to her lashes. To the creatures of the night, such vulnerability and misery made her perfect prey.
Several pairs of ill-intentioned eyes had been watching her from the shadows, exchanging knowing glances as if deciding how to share the “feast” within their grasp.
“Hey, beautiful, here alone?” A greasy voice in French came at her, dripping with dangerous intent.
“My girlfriend’s throwing a tantrum.”
The voice carried a careless smile, but beneath it lay a hint of possessiveness and a hint of threat.
Cheng Anning turned around blearily. Her gaze met a chest clad in a black velvet vest. She lifted her eyes unsteadily and could make out only a sharply defined jawline.
The Chinese server leaned one hand on the bar and calmly placed himself between her and the darkness.
His shadow fell over her, and she found herself enclosed in a scent of tobacco and sandalwood, dangerous yet inexplicably reassuring.
“Were you about to buy her a drink?”
His French was fluent, but his cool tone brooked no refusal, like a steel blade wrapped in velvet.
When the snickering men had vanished through the bar’s entrance, the man looked down as she fumbled for her credit card to thank him.
He suddenly scoffed, his laugh tinged with helplessness and mockery.
“What if I’m a bad guy?”
He bent close, his warm breath brushing her earlobe. His voice was so low it seemed only she could hear him. “What are you going to pay me with, darling?”
Their second reunion was inevitable, though it seemed like a coincidence.
Shencheng.
The financial district blazed with lights. Cheng Anning attended a business dinner as an M&A consultant.
She handled the powerful businessmen’s toasts with ease. Her glass was rarely empty, yet she remained perfectly clearheaded.
Then a greasy finger “accidentally” brushed the back of her hand. The sensation was like a slug crawling over her skin, and she instantly tensed.
She frowned and endured it, leaning back slightly, when a lazy yet familiar voice sounded by her ear.
“Let me introduce you. This is my girlfriend.”
The whole room fell silent.
Cheng Anning turned and saw a tall, slender figure emerge from the shadows. His face matched the outline she had glimpsed beneath the hazy lights of a Paris night, but now it was clear enough to make her heart race.
“You’re a server. Have you gotten so hooked on pretending to be a big shot?” she asked under her breath, her voice edged with worry and tension. “Any one of these people could have you packed up and kicked out of Shanghai in an instant.”
“Is that so?”
Mr. Liu, who had just been leering at her, suddenly turned deathly pale. “M-Mr. Wen?”
Core Message: Believe in yourself, and believe in love.
Can only straight women write such copywriting? 😚 feels more attractive than the copywriting of many Lily articles.
Isn't this still the ancient female rivalry, changing the soup without changing the medicine...
Come on, come on, come on
Ahhhh, the teacher is great! Come on come on
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