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Transmigrated As the Fake Heiress

The aristocratic Lu family has produced a joke, a beautiful one, but a joke nonetheless. The daughter they have been rearing all this while turns out to be an imposter! With the real heiress returning to take her rightful place, everyone is eager to know the outcome of the imposter... Will she be able to survive in poverty after living a life of riches? Having just transmigrated, Huo Yao imagines that this experience will be pretty interesting. However, imagination and reality are always so different! Dad: "Daughter! Take this black card. It has no limit! Use it freely." Mom: "My dear Yao Yao! If you don't like this jewelry, I'll get them to change it immediately." Huo Yao: "…" Weren't they supposed to be poor and ordinary? What is with this hidden lavish behavior? Her eldest brother, an investment company's CEO: "Sis, inherit my company!" Her second brother, a top lawyer: "Whoever dares slander my sis will face the full brunt of the law!" The third brother, an international genius doctor: "Bullying my sister? Should I display the prowess of my scalpel?" Mysterious fourth brother: "My sis is the cutest!" Huo Yao: "…" What happened to being a good-for-nothing person who lives off her parents? A top aristocrat secretly changes into his cheap clothes and drives his crappy old car to her. "Baby, my heart is yours. Why don't we get married to test if I'm telling the truth or not?" Everyone who knows about it, doesn't dare say it out loud. All they can do is curse inwardly: "Bah! Keep acting! No one believes it!"

Nalanxian · 现代言情
分數不夠
1910 Chs

Pei Rong’s Shock!

編輯: Henyee Translations

Pei Feng stood by the side and watched as Pei Rong finished refining the pills.

Four pills could be seen in the pill mold when he removed them from the fire while the rest of them had turned black and meshed together.

Pei Feng could not help recalling what happened when Huo Yao refined pills, so he asked him. "What does it mean if someone starts the process similarly and ends with 20 pills?"

Pei Rong cautiously retrieved the four pills from the mold and left them to cool in a porcelain bowl before he looked at Pei Feng and said, "That's impossible. No one is capable of having a 100% success rate."

Considering the amount of ingredients he used, his success rate was already pretty high. Any other apothecaries would probably only end up refining two to three pills.

Pei Feng touched his nose. "What if someone really did it? Would it mean that it was a failed attempt?"

Since he was no apothecary, he was unaware.