The Strongest Dull Prince's Secret Battle for the Throne - Chapter 22: The Emperor’s Feelings

On the day she, as the villainous sister-con supporting character, prepared to meet her death, she discovered her darkened brothers suddenly gained the ability to read her mind?!Qiao Chuchu stood on the high platform, wailing: “You’ll always be my brothers! I’ll die right in front of you, haunting your memories for all eternity!”But what the seven gorgeous brothers heard was: [Hahaha, goodbye suckers! With my billion-dollar assets, I’m going to be a rich lady! You can all stay in this world and suffer! After all, none of you will meet a good end!]Before she knew it, someone grabbed her arm. She looked up in confusion to find her brothers gripping her tightly: “Tell us more about how we won’t meet a good end.”Qiao Chuchu: “?”–Seeing the female lead, Qiao Chuchu thought: [So this is the woman my brothers fell in love with at first sight, the one they’d die for.]The seven men uniformly looked at the female lead: ? That’s it?Seeing the villainous second female lead, she felt sympathetic: [Although you and the male lead are in love now, he’ll emotionally cheat with the female lead who’ll become the third wheel, and you’ll end up committing su*cide.]The elegant young lady second lead: ??Seeing the powerful bosses, she sighed: [Although the big shots have class, unfortunately, you’ll all soon end up dead in the streets because of the female lead.]The powerful and wealthy bosses: ???Soon, Qiao Chuchu noticed her brothers had changed, becoming increasingly doting towards her.She also found herself surrounded by villain bosses who stuck to her daily, seemingly trying to win her favor.Not only that, why did the male and female leads end up bankrupt and dying miserably on the streets?!Qiao Chuchu turned around in confusion, only to see a group of bosses and her brothers looking at her with adoration: “Because we have you.”Qiao Chuchu: “Huh?”

“That’s a jinx and must be rid of. It’s that or you and your family get out of here.”

Su Xiaolu was transmigrated into this world as a newborn, and the instant she opened her eyes, she was deemed a burden and a jinx by a venomous grandmother-in-law.

Her father, Su Sanlang, gritted his teeth and said, “Alright then, you can separate us from the family and we’ll leave.”

For the sake of keeping her alive, they were forced to leave the main family and start a new life elsewhere. They ventured into a new profession, went hunting, and their lives gradually improved.

Despite being called a jinx, she became the apprentice of a divine physician at the age of three, inherited his legacy, and became known to the world. She treated her brothers’ brain disease and her eldest brother became a profound martial artist while her second brother became a scholar. They all brought glory to their family.

Now a divine physician herself and well-versed in nutritious recipes, she owned the largest restaurant in the Zhou Dynasty and earned so much money that she couldn’t possibly finish spending them in ten lives.

Her family grew more prosperous and their horrible relatives showed up, trying to ride their coattails.

Su Xiaolu smirked. “Close the gates and release the tiger!”

The bad news, at least for me, is that I died. The good news is that I was reincarnated into someone else's body who lives in a cult full of beautiful women... but this cult forbids love. Well, one can't have all the good things. I thought I was safe until the worst happened. A system appeared that told me that I would die if a girl didn't accept my confession within a month... I have to get out of that cult now.Every 10 days I upload 15 chapters at once on Patreon.

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