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The Princess Doesn't Want A Harem

After getting struck by a lightning, A girl transmigrated into a fantasy world as a powerful Princess. The Princess of Fyn was infamous for her scandalous reputation. Whispers painted her as a shameless and frivolous woman who treated men like disposable trinkets, casting them aside as soon as someone more handsome caught her eye. Rumor had it she kept a harem of thirty-six men! When the Crown Prince of a wealthy kingdom arrived to end their engagement, he didn’t mince words. "I don’t like you. Let’s break up." To his surprise, the princess beamed with delight."Okay." Next came the Demon Prince, known for his ruthless demeanor and striking looks. "You’re not good-looking enough to be my bride," he sneered. "Let’s call this off." The princess responded cheerfully, "Sure thing." Then, the Dragon Prince—the man celebrated as the most handsome in the world—delivered his verdict. "You’re a vile woman. I don’t like you." The princess clapped her hands in excitement."Good, good! I feel the same!" After breaking off thirty-two engagements, the princess ascended the throne. Free at last from the chains of marriage, she eagerly embraced her dream of living as a carefree "salted fish." Who needed men when there was good food to enjoy? But her peace didn’t last long. The very next day, a crowd of handsome men gathered at the palace gates, their expressions filled with regret. "We were wrong! Please take us back!" The princess crossed her arms and sighed. "There's too many of you " " You can put us all in Your Harem!" The Princess declared " But I don't want a Harem! "

Usman_Nafisat_4708 · 历史言情
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59 Chs
#COMEDY
#TRANSMIGRATION
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#IMMORTAL
#HISTORICAL
#LOVEATFIRSTSIGHT
#ROYALFAMILY
#SWEET
#SEDUCTIVE
#PRINCESS

A Shoulder To Cry On

When faced with the scary eyes of that cold man, Kira wanted to disappear on the spot. But she reasoned that it would be inappropriate for her to leave without at least saying a few words to him. It was all Evelyn's fault for putting her in this position.

"Um... Congratulations to you. I wish you... many years of happiness?" Was that what you say to someone at his coming-of-age banquet? She wouldn't know since she had never attended one of these events before.

Amazingly enough, the other person didn't even blink; an eternity seemed to pass, and those eyes remained fixed on her. Finally, the bluish-green orbs looked away, focusing on the tray holding the flute she had purchased earlier and Evelyn's rare books. The eunuch's hand trembled as he held onto the tray for dear life.

"Thank you for your considerate gifts, Your Majesty, and cousin. I will cherish them."