Qi Shui
A New Way to Retire in the Imperial Harem
My best friend and I transmigrated together.
She became a princess consort, while I became… a lynx.
“Save me, save me, save me…” I begged.
“Hang in there!” my best friend said. “I’ll fight for custody!”
Then I demonstrated that I could use a toilet all by myself, and Her Majesty the Empress chose me instead.
Later, when my best friend’s husband rebelled and nearly got her killed, it was her turn to beg, “Save me, save me, save me…”
So I-I sprang up and sank my teeth into the villain’s thigh.
The Daughter Who Never Made the Grade
My father was a professor at a prestigious university, and my mother held a doctorate in literature.
But only my older sister inherited their brilliant genes.
As for me, all I could do was chant “Makka Pakka,” the bitter little gourd their family tree had produced.
When my parents divorced, my sister chose Dad.
“I don’t want a retarded little sister,” she said.
I turned to Mom. “Be happy, Mommy. Makka Pakka!”
Luckily, Mom took my advice: she happily quit her job and started a company.
Years later, Dad nearly drove my genius sister out of her mind.
And I, still Makka-Pakka-ing my way through life, became the daughter of a millionaire.
