The Author's POV - Chapter 808 The Seven Pillars [1]

Talented in Magecraft but useless in physical combat?

The day the city fell, Feng Yun was treated by her father as a spoil of war and presented to the enemy general.Everyone pitied her, soon to be a captive, plunging into a fiery pit.Yet she veiled the little donkey cart that took her out of the city tightly, daring not to let anyone see the secret delight in her heart…As a child, she behaved oddly and spoke startling words, once predicting a war in which the whole army was wiped out, nearly being burned to death by her clan as a demon.When she grew up, her beauty was out of the world, but she was rejected by her husband's family.In the period of chaos and disorder everywhewe, where could a female captive go?“I do not seek a devoted partner to grow old with; I merely wish to rule unrivaled in this life.”In her previous life, Feng Yun was always the one being scorned by others; in this life, she decided to strike first, turning the tables on each and every one of them, those so-called unreachable flowers and beasts in gentleman's clothing, those degenerates… all to be scorned in return.

[Historical + Book Transmigration + The 80s + Marry First, Love Later + Steamy + Getting Rich]As Song Qingya, a popular 21st-century actress, she unexpectedly transmigrates into the 1980s along with her rival.Unfortunately, her rival becomes the original female lead of the novel, Wen Xiuxiu.And she becomes the unlikable cannon fodder ex-wife who pesters the male lead.The moment she opens her eyes, she's dealt a bad hand. The original owner of the body was set to demand a divorce and elope with her first love, only to be sold to an old bachelor and brutally abused to death at a young age.Song Qingya will never let herself fall to such a fate.Without a second thought, she begins to act!The frail beauty, eyes slightly red, tugs on the corner of Fei Jin's shirt.“I regret it. I don't want a divorce anymore. Take me home, okay?”The man's Adam's apple bobbed as he scooped her up.“Alright. Don't you regret this.”

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.