MTL - Doomsday Home is the Most Stable - Chapter 608 fourth-order ape-man

Ming Luo is a wasted daughter of the Duke Yi’s household. Her father forced her to study medicine but it was not a wise choice since she was of no use. Her sister from a different mother uses underhanded schemes to get rid of her. Out of guilt and frustration, she tries to commit suicide. Everyone thought she was going to die but she miraculously woke up.

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

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After recently taking on the job as the President of Jing Sheng Group’s assistant, she is reports to the president, that has also just taken office, for work.

“Tomorrow morning, postpone all the meetings. At 9 o’clock, follow me to the civil administration office to receive the license.”

On the first day of work, she already encountered an overbearing president that is forcing her to receive the license. Should she resist or obey?

At night, a certain someone leans on the edge of the door, saying in a light and lazy manner: “Madam, I want to turn off the lights. Are you sure you want to go to sleep wrapped like a steamed dumpling while holding a knife?”

“Either that or you can go out to sleep!”

“Impossible, this is my home!”

“During the day, you transferred the house to me. So now it’s my home!”

On the way to a company workshop, we fell into a world of immortal cultivators while still in the car.

Those with spiritual roots and unique abilities were all called to join cultivation sects, living prosperously.

But I, having neither spiritual roots nor special abilities, lived as an ordinary mortal for 50 years, complying with fate until my death.

That’s what I thought.

Until I regressed.