MTL - 108 Maidens of Destiny - v3 Chapter 717 Falling into the stars

She was a medical expert, talented and beautiful. She was reborn as his little wife. Her in-laws did not like her, her husband did not love her, and she was as timid as a mouse. She was weak and easy to bully.

This is the story of a smart and beautiful young lady Yuan, who step by step conquered Chang’an’s number one golden bachelor, and make him to go from “totally ignore” to “punching his own face every day”.

Yuan Ci Xian dreamed that she was given death by the old emperor many years later and became a bridge stone.

Waking up and remembering the fear of being under the sole of feet of others, she was determined to find a backer.

After being pointed out by a certain advisor to “cater to other people’s preference”, Yuan Ci Xian picked up the brush and wrote a love poem for the future Imperial Teacher to show her infatuation.

When Lu Shiqing saw the poem, he vomited three liters of blood, and angrily rushed into the boudoir of Yuan Mansion.

He taught her to cater to other people’s preference, but she actually thought he like poetry?

Obviously what he like is…!

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The world has changed, evolving into a game-like reality with mana, classes, and deadly battles. Here, death is final… except for Sora Hashino. After betrayal by a childhood friend, Sora awakens [Prestige] [Prestige : When activated, all levels and skills revert to zero, allowing for a fresh start. Become stronger and get twice the experience every skill activation.] Death is no longer an end; it’s a new beginning. Driven by revenge, Sora’s journey to power has only just begun. What to expect: Rapid, high-stakes growth Story twists and a deceptive plot Daily releases Intense, fast-paced action Late-stage world-building, solo MC in early chapters Multiple identities and hidden motives A unique job and mistakes in the choices for the MC

A maid who is beaten on behalf of a noble boy.

Some memories of her childhood were cruel, but Yuriel held no resentment towards the boy. Rather, she liked it–The hand that carefully applied medicine to her wounds was always warm.

“M-Master, stop, Raph, sa, save…ah, mm…!”
“That’s why.. I told you.. to wait.. till I returned.”

But the Raphlet that appeared in her dreams showed nothing but passion and lust.

Prophetic dreams.
The ability that was like a stigma drove Yuriel towards an unknown future.

All I want is to be next to you.