DISCLAIMER!! Story not mine. For offline purposes only. In the 21st century, she was the outstanding world renowned darling of the field of archeology. Then, she transmigrated and became Jinjiang city's Ji Family' Third Miss, a small malnourished girl who starved to death. She was unfavored by her father and treated like air by the rest. Therefore, just to earn money and feed herself she had to return to her old profession - being a forensic anthropologist. With a pair of dextrous hands, she stroked and examined those clickety white bones to solve old and dusty unresolved cases. He was a handsome cold prince. Just to see the beauty smile, he would not hesitate to throw away his moral principles and repeatedly flirt with her. In the end, he only received a supercilious look from her, as she declared "Prince, one touch is a 1,000 taels." "Then, this prince will give you 10,000 taels for a kiss!"

ORIGINAL STORY!!!! She transmigrated into a novel, destined to die in the hands of her best friend, unable to yield to destiny she rewritten hers. She set a goal of returning back to her world, yet she slowly get too entangled into the novel and is unable to leave behind everyone that loves her. "I'm not from this world..." she said softly to him as she rubbed her bulging tummy. "What is this world? And what is your world?" He asked as he tightens his hug on her, afraid she'll disappear. "Reality and fictional. What destiny? Its all written" she replied bitterly. 'A novel?' He thought. "What!? Whats going on?!" She shrieked as she looked at her almost transparent hands. Her body slowly turn completely transparent, and vanishes into thin air. "I'll find you, wait for me!" He tightly clenched his hands as he looked at the now empty bed. First published: 21 July 2018 Completed: 16 November 2018 Highest Rankings: #3 in Novels :p #1 in Love #1 in Historical #1 in Historical Fiction #1 in General /Book 1 is completed/

A long time later, I began to understand the value of a golden palace. If Wei Zifu loved you, then her story could only have ended the way mine did. People often said that the limits of love lay in one's ability to endure - to endure the fact that the man we loved would have three wives and four concubines. Wei Zifu managed to tolerate. So, she accompanied you by your side for thirty-eight years. She could accomplish this because she did not love you. All along, what she wanted was never love. If, from the beginning, all I wanted was only the precious throne belonging to an Empress, perhaps I would not have lost you as quickly as I had.