Toaru Majutsu no Index - Volume 12, Chapter 1: Sunny Morning Classes. Winter_Clothes.

In the waves of steam and machinery, who could achieve extraordinary? In the fogs of history and darkness, who was whispering? I woke up from the realm of mysteries and opened my eyes to the world.

Shen Xiaoxiao had traveled through time, landing in an era of a place named Minze Country. Regretfully, she had transformed from a well-beloved, wealthy heiress to a disregarded money pit, unloved by her grandparents. However, the heavens had always been kind to her, offering her a portable space as compensation. Follow her journey as she rises to wealth in this primitive era, helps the populace lead happy and peaceful lives, and lets everyone in the Minze Dynasty know about their blessing of a Princess as beautiful as the country itself.The new novel “The Famous and Fortunate Farmer Girl” has been published. Everyone is welcome to have a look.

He said I was the most despicable woman he ever met…

In order to love him, I lost my family, and become an imprisoned tool used for his vengeance from a noble lady. Everyone said I was the daughter of a rapist… I cautiously maintained the excruciating deep love for him and suffered from mental and physical exhaustion…

I thought someday my love would touch him and then I would live a happy life just as a fairy tale, but in fact I fell into an eternal nightmare…

“Don’t touch there, it’s dirty…” Su Yanyun flushes. The man smiles slightly and wipes the mud stains on her feet.

“My baby, it’s not dirty.”

Overnight, Young Master Yi changes from being a clean freak who is unable to even get close to his relatives to being desensitized and doting on this little woman of unknown origins.

“Hubby, the baby in my belly is calling you!”

Even if he has to cross half of Earth, Young Master Yi would still fly back overnight.

“Boohoo, Hubby, they called the baby a bastard!”

Capture all the scums who spread this rumor!

“Hubby, I want to bring our baby on a trip!”

Young Master Yi: “Don’t forget to bring your luggage.”

“Which one?”

“Me.”