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The Birth of a Villainess

Blessed with a peerless beautiful face, Xiaofei was worthy of winning every men's heart and gaining women's envy in her previous life. But she foolishly fell in love with the evil prince, and was destined to die at the hands the one she loved. However, after her cruel death, Xiaofei finds herself alive again inside the body of a beautiful young lady from the noble Lin family owning the same name as her. But even in this new life and body. Evil schemes and scandals won't let her escape. Xiaofei swears to overturn the world and slay her enemy. With a cruel era like this, one can only forcibly try to make a shell and protect oneself from harm. Men and women needs to be bought. Golden Throne has to be passed over. Empire must be conquered and torched down. And hearts needs to be snatched. However, who would have thought that a man full of viciousness and arrogance that could pierce the sky would suddenly barge into Xiaofei's life? And would shamelessly whisper next to her ear, "Your enemy is my enemy and your wish is my command. However, I also have another wish that only you could grant for me." "That is to have my wife for breakfast, lunch, snack, and dinner." Xiaofei : ......... .... Disclaimer: The character(s) on the cover is NOT MINE and all credits will be given to the Owner/Artist. (I only edited the picture)

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The Filthy Empress (1)

The next day, there was torrential rain that suddenly poured down the earth, wetting the ground and everything that it touches.

The pitter-pattering of rain against the tiled roof gave off a relaxing feeling to anyone who hears it but at this moment, the people inside the Emperor's study were having a hard time enjoying it as they had their heads lowered and knees touching the cold ground.

Just like the rain, the eyes of the emperor were filled with complicated emotions as a storm was brewing in his heart.

Glaring at the servant who shivered under his gaze, Emperor Yun asked him, "Are the rumors true?"

His voice was hoarse and deliberately slow as if he was trying to contain his rage from within.

The servant who heard his question trembled and plopped on the floor.