MTL - Hide And Cultivate In The East Palace, Only To Find The Prince Is A Girl - Chapter 57 journal

The world has ended. I’m the only survivor left in the shelter. But by my side is the world’s most advanced AI, Artemis.

This is the stories of two different people from two different worlds (literally)

She was raised in love, while he was raised in hate

Her birth was celebrated, while he was despised

She was protected, while he was abused everyday.

She is gentle, warm and kind, while he is cold, cruel and vicious

But with the twist of fate, their world collided. They will learn from each other.

He will teach her to be hopeful and live for herself, while she will teach him the joys of Friendship and Love

Together they will learn to understand each other, accept each other and love each other, and soon their love will change the fate of the world

Princess: Can you stop staring at me while I'm sleeping?

The Lord: I can't…

The Princess: Are you gonna stare at me the whole night?

The Lord: Yes!

The Princess: Can you at least act like a normal man who will take advantage of a maiden while in her room.

The Lord: …this Lord would oblige

The Princess: WAIT… This princess is kidding, just kidding, wait…!

When others transmigrate, they are responsible for having babies with the male protagonist, and have a happily ever after. She is also a female protagonist when she transmigrates into various novels, but the female protagonist after the happy ending, when love between the couple is weathering, when the male protagonist is tired of the female protagonist, when he is cheating with a mistress, etc., and many other chicken feathers.

[Host, the task assigned to you by the system is, ‘After happy ending, the female protagonist’s bleak divorce life!’]

“Go away, s*upid system! I want to transmigrate to before ‘Happy ending’!”

One sentence introduction: Today is another day of happily divorcing.

Chicken feathers: small annoyances

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