Rebirth As a Fatuous and Self-indulgent Ruler - Chapter 429: Dismissing the Imperial Concubines

This is the story of a person who transmigrated into a world with a radically different worldview.

So different, in fact, that he is considered a female in that world!

Cheng Nuo: What? Why did you say that I’m female?

Author: You only have one Tintin. The males of this world have two Tintins.

Cheng Nuo: No way! My hands are itchy… I want to cut one off!

- Description from Novelupdates

In the Celestial Empire, a land ruled by Immortals and stalked by Spirits and Beasts, a young girl from the slums of an unimportant city is found to have the Talent. In the great Sect of Argent Peak, she will take her first unsteady steps upon the way.

After being heavily wounded on a mission, the dying commander of the special forces Qin Xiao was brought back to the mountain base on the back of a tiger. According to the rumors, that day, it was an extremely beautiful Persian cat that called out the guard soldier and found the commander.

This strange event was transmitted throughout the base, and it became a sensation in the whole place.

After transmigrating into a cat, Bai Xia Xia has been extremely worried. She could understand beast language, eat fruits, and catch fish, but it was useless, her beast friends did not eat cooked food. For half a year, she did not eat a mouthful of cooked meat at all, and everything was so plain that she was going crazy.

She deliberated and pondered, thinking seriously about Cat’s remaining life—being a house cat is good, there will be a poop shovel officer (a pet owner) to serve me. A suitable poop shovel officer was not easy to find, living conditions were not guaranteed, and the risk of becoming a stray cat was high.

Therefore, she found an iron rice bowl (a lifetime employment), working for her home country (in a governmental position).

- Description from Novelupdates

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?