WRSV ch. 16

Translator: moon-er

Editor: CoralTree

This is a mass release of remaining chapters. Officially dropping WRSV.

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Sneak Peak of future ancient china romance novels:

Synopsis: He was the cold-blooded prince of the Jin country. Decisive and and smart, he had looked down on the world with apathy and disdain. She was his wang fei, a person who had saved him in the past, but even he wouldn’t look at her.

When the fire raged and death claimed her, it was only then that she realized her existence was nothing but a joke from the beginning.

Opening her eyes once more after spending two years as a roaming, vengeful ghost, in this lifetime she will be a different person. Ye Zhen, with a slight smile, will ruthlessly trample on those who had schemed against her and lied until her demise.

Most importantly, letting him experience the pain of an unrequited love; the bitterness of seeking something you cannot obtain!

**Personal favorite

Synopsis: She was transmigrated into a novel where she became the cannon fodder who abused the male lead and ultimately suffered her demise under said male lead. To return back home, she had to obtain the city map first?

Ye Mu doesn’t want to play a game! Now that she’s inside the book with such a plot, the only way around her death is to kill the male lead first and let this world collapse!

However, upon seeing a scraggly, skinny little boy whose brows were full of perseverance, her hand won’t move…

Well then, she would subdue the male lead’s tyrannical tendencies! How to do it? Raise the male lead and let him help her find the city map? That’s a good idea!

Despite raising him properly, the male lead seems to have grown into a devious man who won’t listen to her. Additionally, he lures her over with the city map.

“Do you want this or not? Then come to my bed.”

Her face was full of tears. Where was the promised honest and upstanding monarch? Does she have to raise him all over again?

The man smiles and patted her on the head, “Come on, stop crying. Wash and go to bed.”