MTL - Back To Eighty - Chapter 1127 advance by retreat

Ye Xiao transmigrated into a world that combined several books, becoming the true heiress who was finally found.She thought she would finally have good days ahead.But it turned out, the Ye Family were all antagonists!Thankfully, she had a golden finger that could modify the plot.The elder brother’s fiancee was pregnant with someone else’s child, and married him under duress. Seven years later, her genius son found his real father, and in pursuit of a family reunion, drove the elder brother to suicide.This time.The heroine said tearfully, “I really do like you.”Just add a word.The heroine said tearfully, “I really do like your money.”The second brother was a god-like actor, pursued by an innocent young actress. However, the jealous patron behind the innocent actress flew into a rage and ruined the second brother’s life.The innocent actress weakly fell into the second brother’s arms.Just change one word.The innocent actress weakly bounced into the second brother’s arms.Everyone was stunned. A three-meter jump on the spot, the Olympics welcome you.The third brother was a god in E-sports, with an assistant who was a klutzy sweet fool, always causing trouble. Eventually, she caused a huge disaster, and when the third brother fired her in a rage, he was accused of being cold and heartless by everyone.The klutzy sweet fool blinked her big eyes: “I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean it.”Remove a word.The klutzy sweet fool blinked her big eyes: “I’m sorry. I really did mean it.”Ye Xiao herself fared even worse, constantly being humiliated by the fake heiress and her bratty boyfriend, ending up in a miserable state.This time.The male lead walked up to her with a knife.Just change to.The male lead knelt down in front of her with a knife.Start by kneeling and repenting properly!As she modified the story, the fate of the whole family of villains changed, and she, too, became the super beloved of the family.

Theodora is the Queen of Polis, a city-state that lost the war against the most powerful empire in the continent.

She is sure that they'll execute her immediately but, somehow, she survives the meeting with the Emperor, and she finds herself... Married?

Tossed in a new world without connections and allies, she has to either accept her fate or lose the chance to help her people once again.

She soon finds out that her new husband knows more about her than she does herself, and that his purposes are often far from what she expects.

A fallen queen that doesn't know how to be anything else. A handsome Duke who's the cause of her ruin. And their efforts to find some happiness in a marriage that's been forced on them.

WARNING: there are contents not suitable for a sensitive audience.

The smut scenes are half-censored at the beginning, but the amount and details will increase after a few dozen chapters (according to the Queen's mood .-. )

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«I'm sorry for lying to you, your grace...»

«You're a Duchess. No one will dare to consider your words a lie: if you say that you were painting souls, then it's the truth.»

«I will remember it.»

«No, you have to understand it, Theodora. You're not a prisoner, but my wife. I'll protect you when you need it, and I'll help you with any issue you have. You're not just a Duchess in the name. You're my Duchess.»

«It's hard to believe in such a short amount of time.»

«For now, stop shaking like a chicken. I won't hurt you.»

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It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.

The king of assassins was reborn, mastering both alchemy and poison. Sitting inside the space, there was a ghost that loved crying.