MTL - If You Are a Dodder Flower - Chapter 38 Spring Festival Plus

Claire Hale is an illegitimate daughter with an unbearable status, married to the noble and proud Tristan Lockwood.She loves him to the point of sinking, and he despises her to the extreme.Until the day she marries his uncle.He smoked an entire night, red-eyed and begged her, “Claire, can we remarry?”Please note: This story features three different endings. Everyone deserves a chance at happiness. I hope you enjoy this emotional journey.

Everyone said that Yi Qing was the number one Sword Cultivator in the world, with a swordsmanship and cultivation that no one could surpass. Whether it was when he was cultivating in the Lower Realm, or when he was in the Ten Heavens of the Upper Realm, he has always been undefeated.

“The first rule of Duskwind Academy is not to look the Alphas in the eyes. I broke the first rule, and now, four of them want me… and everyone else wants me gone.”___________The werewolf world is crumbling. Power-hungry elites have ruled lawlessly for centuries, and now the packs are collapsing. To restore balance, the Moon Goddess begins choosing humans from across the globe and giving them the werewolf gift. These “Moon-Blessed” are her final hope.Heidi Remington is one of them.Unwanted, gifted, and dropped into the ruthless Pack, she’s taken in by the Delta’s family, only to be treated like a glorified servant for being human-born. She's enrolled in the Duskwind Pack Academy where the power games are even worse, and the Moon-Blessed are barely tolerated.Heidi just wants to survive her first day. But everything changes the moment she locks eyes with the four feared, admired, and untouchable Alpha heirs of Duskwind.They weren’t supposed to notice her. They definitely weren’t supposed to feel the bond. Now, with four possessive Alphas circling her and the entire academy out for blood, Moon becomes the center of a storm she never saw coming.And in Duskwind,storms don't pass… they destroy.

Ananya never expected death to bring her into another life.One moment, she was running her parents’ restaurant in the modern world.The next, she opened her eyes in silk robes, surrounded by hostile stares — the Queen Consort of the empire.But this body was cursed in everyone’s eyes.The Emperor loathed her.The mistress laughed at her.And the court whispered behind her back.Only she wasn’t truly alone.> “Finally, someone can see us!”“What kind of Queen Consort are you, so calm even with ghosts in your chamber?”“Shut up, Wei Rong, let her breathe. She looks like she’s about to faint.”Three ghosts — a stoic scholar, a brash general, and a mischievous noble girl — lingered at her side. They were invisible to all but her. And with them, she learned to survive the poisonous palace.When rumors spread that she was cursed, Ananya stood before the empire’s court.Instead of tears, she offered proof. Instead of fear, she offered dignity.> “If Heaven believes I am cursed, let the fire and smoke betray me. I will not hide.”And Heaven sided with her.Outside the palace, crises struck — starving soldiers, missing supplies, merchants growing fat from stolen grain. Inside, Lady Zhen, the Emperor’s favored mistress, grew bolder by the day, flaunting her beauty and mocking Ananya’s quiet grace.> “Sister, do you still dream of winning His Majesty’s heart? Look at you — plain, dull, unworthy.”“If simplicity is a crime, then let it be mine,” Ananya answered, unshaken.The Emperor indulged Lady Zhen openly… but in the silence of night, he tasted Ananya’s food, lingered at her table, and found himself unsettled by her calm.> “This is not palace fare,” he muttered.“It is lighter,” Ananya replied softly. “Easier to sleep after.”Step by step, conspiracy thickened. At a grand banquet, a poisoned cup was placed in Ananya’s hand. But a ghost’s laugh echoed in her ear — and the cup was swapped. A dancer collapsed instead.From that night on, the Emperor’s gaze changed. He began to notice the woman who never begged for favor, never fought for attention, yet always endured.Still, war brewed at the borders. Betrayals reached even the throne. Assassins crept through the palace halls. And the one person who seemed weakest became the calm at the center of the storm.Through whispered secrets, mischievous hauntings, and quiet resilience, Ananya carved her place in the empire.She would not simply survive.She would rise.And the Emperor who once despised her would one day whisper only her name.