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"The Powerful Beauty and the Peerless Heiress" by Tong Xiaoyan
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While shopping at the supermarket, she inexplicably offended a spoiled young master.
Being tricked into time travel
The most embarrassing thing is that the moment he transmigrated, he knocked out a guy he shouldn't mess with, who was supposedly the youngest Minister of War in history, enjoying the emperor's favor?
I'm speechless...
They sought refuge in a brothel.
However, with pursuers everywhere and one's nature difficult to suppress, how can one conceal one's sharpness?
A sinister and wicked general, a cold-blooded and ruthless crown prince, a brilliant and talented scholar, a mysterious and unpredictable demon—who is whose target?
Recruiting thugs, disguising myself as a man, battling treacherous officials, and navigating among handsome men and beautiful women—watch as I, a peerless lady, display unparalleled elegance and charm.
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Chapter 1 Offending the Young Master
I'm so angry!
I'm not just a little angry!!
I'm extremely, extremely, extremely angry!!!
—Especially after seeing my mom and older sister's smug smiles!!!!
Why is fate so unfair? The prize I won at the supermarket—round-trip tickets for two to Paris for a week—is now being kissed passionately by my older sister, who's all smiles.
Paris, my city of lights, my city of flowers, my dreamland, a place teeming with countless artists, a place I've longed to visit for so long!
But all they could do was watch helplessly.
I, I, I have a very, very important qualification exam tomorrow!
"Yanyan, be good and do well on your exam." Mom said, packing my luggage with great enthusiasm, "We'll have the Louvre, and the Eiffel Tower too."
My older sister rushed over, hugged me, and gave me a big kiss: "Darling, I love you to death. Don't worry, when I buy cosmetics and pretty clothes, I'll definitely remember to get you some too, hehe."
"I don't want to! I want to go to Paris!" I shouted angrily. How could I have such a mother and older sister?
"Yanyan, my little hunting dog, remember to take good care of it. If it falls out with even a single hair when you come back, you'd better watch out." Mom gritted her teeth, waved her hand, and opened the door.
"Little sister, and remember to weed my rooftop rose garden, and water it every day." My older sister gave me a threatening look first, then gave me a flirtatious wink, and swayed out the door, slamming the door shut behind her.
Tears streamed down my face.
I ran to the window, pulled back the large curtains, and leaned over the balcony to watch my mom and older sister gracefully raise their hands, flag down a car, and disappear in a flash.
"Hey, don't forget what you said!" I yelled at the back of the car. My older sister's white arm swung outside the car, indicating that she heard me.
I rolled my eyes. These two are hopeless romantics and directionally challenged; they'd better either get lost in Paris or fall for a handsome guy and never come back.
How did I end up with two such mothers and older sisters?
I'm so depressed.
I closed the door and went to buy a week's worth of groceries.
I'm a night owl; I usually sleep during the day. Every nightfall marks the start of my day. I live online, writing novels, playing games, and chatting about love. I've always believed that black is more captivating than white; the night holds more stories, more mystery and charm than the sunlit day. Many things in the night are rich and profound, captivating us for a long time, and then the next day, when the sun rises, everything vanishes like pure white snow.
I love this kind of life.
Actually, it's better that Mom and my older sister are gone. With those two super fujoshi and homebodies around, there wasn't a moment of peace at home. Add to that a hunting dog, an owl, a flock of pigeons, my sister's rose garden, and the screams from watching horror movies in the middle of the night, and I've always suspected that Mom's early widowhood and my sister's never getting married weren't because they were too picky, but because no one dared to want them. Of course, only I can say this; if anyone dared to say it to me, they probably wouldn't even know how they died.
Hmm...
Carrying large bags and small packages, I was drenched in sweat. Where was the taxi? Why hadn't it come yet? I waved my hand anxiously, fanning myself; I couldn't stand even slightly hot weather more than anything else in my life.
With my eyes slightly narrowed, I finally saw a silver-gray taxi approaching. It was still quite a distance away, so I quickly raised my finger. Unexpectedly, I heard a soft sound beside me, and a very nice car had silently glided out and come to a smooth stop next to m
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