This Way of Transmigration Is Definitely Wrong! - Chapter 4

“Primum non nocere.”

On modern-day Earth, An Lin seems to have been abandoned by God.
When his father suddenly disappears, An Lin is left with his father’s immense debt, putting his life at risk.
After being forced to a rooftop by his pursuing creditors, An Lin is unexpectedly swept off his feet and brought to the ground safely.

After learning that he was saved by an Immortal, An Lin is gifted, seemingly out of pure generosity, the ‘God Of War System,’ and a pass to a new realm.
Follow An Lin as he experiences a whole new world of legends, meets many new friends, acquires legendary weapons and tools, and starts on his path of becoming a powerful cultivator. There is never a dull time in An Lin’s new life with his ‘great’ new system!

- Description from Novelupdates

Xie Huaimin who had been jilted, unexpectedly came to the unfamiliar nation of Dong Qi and became Xie Zhaohua, the idiotic Fourth Miss of the Grand Tutor Xie’s family in Dong Qi. Ready to be flexible to her newfound circumstances, she strived to let herself adapt to life in a feudalistic society but her eccentric Second Brother, Xie Zhaoying, implicated her in a complicated web of intricacies. The Zhao family’s party which dominates the court administration, the refined and mysterious teacher Song Zijing from Xi Qi and also Prince Yan, Xiao Xuan, who is remotely far away, form a world full of perils and excitement. Miss Xie who is imbued with courage and insensitive yet pure, followed along with Xiao Xuan without second thoughts, throwing herself into the venture of revolution and love.

T/n: The title of the novel originated from a Chinese poem by Yan Jidao.

- Description from Novelupdates

Is there anything as true happiness?Even a mute girl like me wonder.Once lost in my world of oblivion but now in light of the dirty secrets that played behind me.Murder like common theft and even crime, like the play of little children.who would lead the dynasty? I wonderlies after lies, hypocrisy stench like the smell of laundry making me pounder.It is no longer a mere selection but now the survival of the fittest.I have to become the heiress which I've been named either by hook or by crook, even if it means relaying on the influence of the man I've been sold toit's now time I cause havoc and disrupt the peace of many, causes the downfall of many, and place many on their toes as they try to discover who the orchestrator isBut who would ever suspect a mute?