I'm a Pastor, what the hell is an Acute Gastroenteritis Outbreak Spell?! - Chapter 300 - 234 – Feature 2! Weird and Terrifying Effects!

Rong Xin once traveled and planned for ten years, and finally became the big maid of Miss Di Xin’s trust.
Who knew that the marriage was granted in the palace, and the young lady turned into a queen, or the queen of the young Kangxi
Rong Xin, who was about to breathe a sigh of relief:…
Ma Liu made a new career plan and vowed to be the only female official Fengyi beside the queen!
Since then, the scenery has been in and out, and all directions are pleasing, but also indifferent.
Not wanting that in just nine years, the queen died at an early age, and Rong Xin’s eyes fell on the newly born second son Yinren…
After N years, even the prince will respect her: “Mother Rong.”
Rong Xin: How many times have I reminded it, it’s Aunt Rong, not Mammy Rong (*￣︿￣)

[PS: There is no CP in this article, and it is half overhead. 】

Content tags: Qing Chuan Soul Transformation Gong Dou Female Strong
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One sentence introduction: No CP: The first female official of the Qing Palace
Intention: live, go out and not be a dog

- Description from novelbuddy

High society CEO Big BOSS Lu expresses that he’s felt stifled recently. Ever since a woof style creature intruded upon his home, his life has become a complete mess. A slight conflict in opinion and his couch is hijacked, his desk seized, his lap forcefully occupied, even his bed was forcefully dominated!

The small Sammy, with his head resting upon his waste removal official’s thigh and four paws facing the sky exposing a soft little belly, with a face full of untainted purity and a pair of innocent eyes: “Woof~”

Big BOSS Lu lowers his head and makes eye contact for three seconds : “…. Give give give! Whatever you want, I will give it to you!”

- Description from Novelupdates

She is a waste daughter from the Su family that couldn’t cultivate. On the day before her wedding, the Third Prince breaks off their engagement in the street. Her own sister replaces her in the marriage to the Third Prince. She became the center of gossiping in the city. In her resentment, she hits herself on the Su Family’s gate, only to become the object of other people’s ghost marriage.

“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.