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Detective Ghost Empress

Liu Hui Ying was a normal detective in the eyes of the others, one who can solve any case that was handed to her. But what they don’t know is that behind her success are three ghosts! Born in the family of the celestial masters, Liu Hui Ying had the ability to see ghosts and sign contracts with them. This was how she tied three ghosts to serve her, while Liu Hui Ying was slurping on a smoothie, the three ghosts were working hard to get clues for the case, in exchange for their hard work, Liu Hui Ying will take care of what they desired the most. Life was perfect but then one day she by a twist of fate ended up getting transmigrated as an Empress, one that was entangled in a messy case! Now, she needed to solve the case with the help of her three ghosts before she was forced to drink poisoned wine! Watch her escape the palace schemes and become one of the most prominent Empress of her dynasty! But what was with the Emperor why was he chasing her? Get away! Don’t touch her! She was allergic to men! “ My dear, what do you want, is it gold, silver or an Empire?” asked the Emperor who once hated her very existence with love brimming in his eyes. “ You get away from me, you are making my allergies flare up,” scolded a very red and itchy Liu Hui Ying. Can the Emperor heal her broken heart and find a way to heal her allergies? Will love prevail or will Liu Hui Ying be replaced by someone more beautiful?

fairytail72 · Fantasy
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555 Chs

Old man with a moustache —-2

The journey to the graveyard which was at least an hour away from the imperial palace was a tough one. Liu Hui Ying never thought that the journey that she finished in a few minutes in the carriage will make her bite, curse and yell in the middle of the night by the time she arrived in front of the graveyard she was ready to throw hands with anyone, especially the one who came up with the rotten idea of building this graveyard so far away from the palace. 

" Just what was he thinking ?" Liu Hui Ying asked for the hundredth time she kicked the mud in front of her while standing in front of the graveyard of the imperial family. Her chest heaving up and down as she breathed heavily with her hands clenched on her side as she glared at the metal door that was half open and half closed at the moment with a guard who was asleep on the stool with his eyes shut.