The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Be a True Tycoon! - Chapter 382: You Can’t Even Earn Eight Million, Can You??

Introduction:(Confiscation + Exile + Medical Skills + Space + Farming + Strategy + Wife Chasing + 1v1 + Return to the Pinnacle)After her death, the versatile doctor Qi Yue transmigrated and became the fat wife used for luck in marriage by the disabled Marquis of Beiyuan Kingdom.Just as she entered the grand gates of the Marquis Residence, the cruel Emperor came to confiscate everything.With exile imminent, Qi Yue activated her space ability, emptied the Marquis’s storeroom, and incidentally plundered the Emperor’s private store.To think that she, a General’s daughter, was poisoned by her relatives, ended up with a body full of fat, and had to endure the hardships of exile?Qi Yue: “Since they dared to send me to hell, don’t blame me for dragging them down with me.”The Place of Exile is poor, broken, and filled with indigenous murderers?Qi Yue: “Bring two to kill a pair, let’s see who dies more!”One day, the disabled Marquis suddenly stood up, his radiant appearance causing countless young girls to scream?Qi Yue: “Since we haven’t performed the marriage rites, love whoever you want.”Facing disdain, the Marquis narrowed his phoenix eyes, “Prepare for a grand wedding!”

Aliandra Amariel loved magic, dedicating her academic years to the study of runes and spells, pushing the boundaries of mana's infinite possibilities. Like most Fae, her destiny seemed clear until that fateful day of her Class Trial, when the Blind Lich unleashed an undead apocalypse on her home, the fabled underground city of Dal’mohra, and triggered The Breaking – a cataclysm that forever reshaped the world. Saved by her mother’s legendary time-stasis spell, Ali wakes thousands of years into a dark future. Everything she knew and loved is gone, buried under a mountain, transformed into a twisted dungeon by the malevolent will of the Lich. Now, Ali must confront her deepest fears, mastering the arts of battling monsters and braving a town riddled with corruption. As the Lich's grand design shadows her every move, she scrambles to forge new friendships and unearth ancient knowledge in her fight for survival. Why must she struggle? All she had ever wanted was to curl up in a comfy chair with a few thousand good books. But the immortal Lich is drawn to her unique magic, ever hungry for more power to fuel his cold-hearted ambitions. How will she survive the giant target painted on her back as her advancement slowly reveals the horrifying truth of the Class she chose to save herself? Will she falter, forced into the eternal servitude of undeath, or will she rise against all odds and cast him down, ridding the world of his evil?

Drizzles in the wind, a small shop with pennants, and flower-like vintners.

Xinfeng’s fine wine, tenderly-fresh sunflowers shoots, and superb delicacies.

Lin Yan, Shaoyin of Jingzhao laid his eyes on the restaurant’s owner who has skin as fair as snow and beautiful apricot eyes.

It was pitiful and pathetic for a young lady from high-society to fall into the situation of selling wine…

Yet Shen Shaoguang thought: With wines and delicacies, and being able to see handsome young lads pass by…Life is treating her well enough!

Lin Yan’s expression was heavy, these young lads dress up fancily every day, showing off themselves and playing boring games like rooster fights and dog races…It’s time to straighten them out!

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The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”