Journey To Become an Insanely Pampered Wife
Xiang Ling, the precious blue star, cultivated for ten thousand years and finally faced her heavenly tribulation to ascend to the position of an Immortal. Unfortunately, her tribulation occurred the very night when the Crown Prince of the Heavenly Realm was undergoing Nirvana. While Xiang Ling passed her tribulation, the heavenly thunder disturbed Nirvana, and the Crown Prince failed to ascend. In her rage, the Heavenly Empress punished Xiang Ling and sent her to the Mortal Realm to face life tribulation. When Xiang Ling opened her eyes in the Mortal Realm, she found herself inside the body of an eighteen-year-old girl who shared the same name as hers. It didn't take long for Xiang Ling to realize just how harsh her punishment was. The original owner of the body was the only daughter of the County Magistrate of Dongzhi Province and was famous throughout the province for her shameless, unfilial, and overbearing attitude. She was known to create trouble for her parents and siblings. She was famous for bullying the young ladies and masters of other families. She tortured the servants. She regularly visited brothels, pawn shops, and other places where a girl should never go. But if all these weren't already enough, she was also famous for bullying her husbands. Right! Xiang Ling was married and not only to one man but to five men in total. Now, it was not only the entire province and her family that hated her, even her husbands despised her and wanted to get rid of her. Could Xiang Ling possibly survive in the Mortal Realm when every other person seemed to hate her to the core? * * * Warning: Mature content in the story! This is a Reverse Harem novel. ----- This story is part of the WSA 2024 contest, so please show your support for the story and the author! ----- For more updates about the story, follow me on Instagram: @nightsummer20 ******* Disclaimer: The book cover is mine.
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The world around Xiang Ling was a hazy blur, indistinguishable shapes and muffled sounds floating through her senses. She lay still, her body heavy and unresponsive, as if she was submerged in a thick, suffocating fog. Gradually, the fog began to lift, and she became aware of a persistent throbbing in her temples, a dull ache that pulsed with each heartbeat.
The first sensation she recognized was the cool, slightly rough texture of the ground beneath her. Her fingers twitched, brushing against the coarse surface, and she realized she was lying on the hard and cold floor. Slowly, she opened her eyes, blinking against the brightness that seemed to pierce through her skull.
Sounds started to filter through the haze. The distant murmur of voices, the rustling of metals, and the soft sound of someone breathing reached her ears. She focused on these sounds, grounding herself in their familiarity.