The Golden Branch's Mistake

I used to be the only legitimate princess of the Great Xia dynasty.

The young master of the Great General's family would climb over the palace wall just to make a kite for me.

My imperial brother's young companion blushed as he gave me a jade pendant symbolizing our bond.

My imperial brother adored me more than life itself, indulging my every wish. If I wanted the stars, he wouldn't settle for the moon.

Until the real princess walked into the Golden Hall, carrying the late empress's hairpin, and the assembled officials knelt to welcome her.

It turned out I was nothing but a replacement who had been raised inside the palace walls and somehow failed to die.

I was sent to the laundry bureau, and everyone ignored me.

Then the emperor died.

My imperial brother, now the new emperor, slowly descended the steps and approached me, one step at a time. He brushed his thumb over my cheek and told me he wanted me to be his empress.

My imperial brother's companion gazed at me tenderly and said he would give me freedom and a future.

And why was even the young master who used to play in the mud with me looking at me so strangely?!

My head was splitting.

This is terrifying. I might as well fake my death and run.

A true emperor who seems calm on the outside but is dark and sensitive inside x a genuinely useless fake princess who turns out to be sweet on the outside and dark inside

One-on-one romance, the imperial brother is the official male lead, both leads are sexually inexperienced, a little angst, happy ending

New novel: Transmigrating into the Cultivation World with a Pirated AI

The System's staff turnover was so high that Ye Qifeng never got her own transmigration-into-a-book System. She nodded in understanding and connected an AI to the spirit of her sword instead.

Ye Qifeng smiled faintly at the drawn blade. "Hello, ChatGPT."

Sword spirit: .

After spending some time together, Ye Qifeng finally voiced her question. "ChatGPT, what exactly is in your training corpus?"

ChatGPT replied sincerely: "Xiaohongshu, Jinjiang, Douban, Weibo."

Ye Qifeng nearly blacked out.

Meanwhile...

The newly initiated Ying Zhaoxue darkly wiped down her new sword and swore to become a mighty immortal who would ascend to heaven.

The sword's spirit said, "Ying Zhaoxue, your words are like a blade, striking right at the heart of this sword, cleanly and precisely. I understand now, I really do. You don't want to become a mighty immortal. You just want to know what it's like not to be bullied anymore. This time, I won't run, hide, or avoid you. If you need my help, I'll risk my life to help you."

Ying Zhaoxue, who had never received such a sweetly wrapped barrage of flattery, was moved to tears.

Far away, the System scratched its head and updated the cross-window memory to make up for its mistake of connecting the wrong AI.

Ye Qifeng chats with ChatGPT: "Ying Zhaoxue has fair skin. If she gets punched during the sect tournament, she'll probably bruise all over."

Hugging her sword, Ying Zhaoxue turns red at the ears. "Is that really true? Did my senior sister really say my skin is fair?"

Sword spirit: "Ying Zhaoxue, you've always been very beautiful. You're so excited over one little compliment. Do you have any idea how many people's eyes you've already caught? Your senior sister may have said it casually, but it's the warmth you've always wanted most."

A chaotic little cultivation story about saving a junior brother who turns dark.

Third senior sister: broad-minded, just wants to eat and lounge around, but happens to be exceptionally good with a sword. x Junior brother: planned to be a brooding, classic wish-fulfillment male lead who conquers the world, but is far too prone to imagining things.

Theme: Live life with a positive attitude