Splendid Glory: The First Farmer’s Daughter

In her previous life, she was the iron-fisted CEO of an imperial conglomerate, but the man she loved plotted against her, sending her soul to the afterlife.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself facing three thatched huts and two skinny little monkeys.

Even with her exceptional self-control, when they called her “Mother,” she nearly jumped out of her skin.

She’d lived to twenty-eight in her previous life without so much as a relationship, and now, after transmigrating, she had a body that was barely a B-cup and had somehow given birth to a son and daughter?

Of course, that was beside the point. The most important thing was that she’d apparently had children out of wedlock. People got judged for that even in modern times. Could someone tell her what kind of incredible woman the original owner of this body had been, to avoid being tossed into a pig cage?

But when the two scrawny little dumplings stood before her, their eyes swollen and brimming with tears as they ran back and forth to help her, she couldn’t just ignore them, no matter how unwilling she was to face reality.

Since she’d been given another chance at life, she was determined to wield a hoe in one hand and a brush and abacus in the other, and lead her adorable little dumplings to wealth and prosperity.

She bought farmland, built a grand house, hired servants and laborers. Everything was moving in a direction she liked. As for the envious, jealous people who hated her, they were nothing more than a bit of spare-time entertainment, not even in her league.

But you can’t spend all your time walking along the river without getting your shoes wet. She knew that, but never expected her shoes to get wet so soon. Then she had to deal with that devilishly handsome man: a gentlemanly, peerlessly elegant man on the surface, but actually a scheming, cunning black-hearted fox who seemed determined to ruin her, leaving her furious with nowhere to vent.

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[The Enchanting Legitimate Daughter]

The Canglong Continent is in turmoil, with heroes emerging everywhere. Years of warfare have left the four dynasties in ruins. Will her arrival bring destruction or hope?

Dark currents swirl within the General’s manor. Her father doesn’t care for her, her mother died young, and the timid Yun Mi has become her stepmother’s thorn in her side.

A stepmother who seems gentle but is vicious inside. A spoiled, domineering stepsister who takes pleasure in bullying her. A grandmother who spends all day praying to Buddha, yet has a disturbing look in her eyes.

Everything tests her boundless patience.

She’ll take on her stepmother, her stepsister, her grandmother, and her scumbag father.

A life of triumph and excitement is about to unfold in this imaginary dynasty.

They say a certain prince is probably the male lead.

The prince has just returned to his manor after spending ten days inspecting the drought. The moment he enters, he sees a ravishing woman, her clothes partly undone, her snowy skin peeking through.

“My lord, I missed you so much.” Her sweet voice is like the finest aphrodisiac, clouding a man’s reason.

The prince’s eyes narrow, but he pretends not to care and heads straight for his study.

“I have reports to handle. Consort, go back to your room and rest.”

The enchantress narrows her beautiful eyes, darts in front of him, then leans in and gives him a thorough sniff from every angle.

“Not interested in your princess? Have the women outside already satisfied you?”

The prince’s expression turns cold. His powerful arm wraps around his wife’s slender waist, and he uses his lightness skill to whisk her straight to their bedroom.

He kicks the door open and shuts it behind them in one fluid motion.

All night long, the prince turns the enchantress this way and that, giving her a thorough workout.

“Tell me, am I hungry or satisfied?” he asks coldly.

The enchantress’s cheeks are flushed. She gazes at him as if in a dream, nearly making the icy prince lose his composure.

“My lord, you’re amazing!”

And then… the prince loses his composure.