Romance

Late at night, sweet voices echo from the Eastern Palace. Soon, the entire imperial harem believes a shocking rumor- The Crown Princess and the Emperor's beloved Consort Su are secretly in love. The maids are shipping them. The concubines are cheering them on. Even the Empress Dowager joins the fun. But the truth behind this "forbidden romance" is far stranger than anyone could imagine. When the furious Emperor finally breaks into the Eastern Palace... He discovers a scene that leaves the entire palace speechless. A chaotic palace comedy about transmigration, misunderstandings, and a romance that was never what it seemed.

The office has already decided she is sleeping with Mr. Holt. The most they have touched is an award handshake he apologized for on the spot. Kieran Holt keeps promoting her for one reason: he can hear her thoughts, and every day she uses them to take him apart. A workplace romance about a polished boss and the employee who will not be polite, even in her own head.

My nemesis had "lost his memory" in a car accident. He saw me. His brow creased. The blank look was measured to the inch. "Who... are you?" I turned to go. A voice blew open in my head. *Baby, don't go. I'm begging you. I'll drop the act. The System won't let me.* He said, "You should go. I don't need you looking after me." In his head: *Bullshit. The tomato braised beef my baby makes. I've wanted it for thirteen years.* He said, "I don't remember you." *I actually got that out of my mouth?! Junior year she wrote some other guy a love letter and I took it. She chased me down three hallways with a broom. And I said I don't remember?!* I didn't change my face. I placed the call right in front of him. "Mr. Adler? That date you mentioned. I'm in." He shot upright. His pupils blew. *?!?!* Out loud: "...Who did you call?" I smiled. "You're the one with no memory. What, jealous?"

I was going to call off the marriage. Then we swapped bodies. I woke up in my nemesis’s six-two, and found him on my carpet in my shirt, posting Married. Off the market. on my phone. A few days later that same man crawled into my lap, red-eyed, and asked me to rub his stomach.

Everyone in the capital thinks Lin Zhao can drop three fighters with one punch. Under the binding and the lowered voice is the daughter who kept a title the family would have lost. On the court floor her nemesis is Shen Yan, heir to the duke. A hidden-identity romance about armor that cannot come off, and the one opponent most likely to notice.