Peerless Lazy Doctor
She is a woman of plain features, shunned by all, young and old alike. She is an invincible and indolent healer, so formidable that even demons and monsters shrink from her presence. When the ugly outcast collides with the lazy genius, who will emerge victorious in this battle of sloth and homeliness? ◆◇◆ The future king: My heart is as steadfast as the moon, yet the moon only shines upon the gutter. A gentle push, and fragrant jade falls; upon awakening, a soul finds itself in another world. The scoundrel: I will not break off this engagement! The lazy woman laughs softly: That’s not up to you. The scoundrel: Alive, you are mine; dead, you are my ghost! With a flick of her wrist, the lazy woman tosses something to him: From today forth, I am your royal aunt. Be a good nephew and call me aunt—don’t forget to kneel three times and bow nine. The scoundrel, heartbroken: Xinlai, do you despise me so? ◆◇◆ A vanquished foe once said: Between man and woman, it is always a matter of who holds sway. Either the east wind prevails over the west, or the west wind over the east. The lazy woman grips a certain man’s throat: On top, not below. The man arches a brow, wraps her in his arms, and flips their positions: On top is fine; below is just as good. Much later. The man: My dear, shall I be on top or below? The lazy woman sighs: Either way is fine. (So long as she need not make the effort.) ◆◇◆ His code of conduct: Any scoundrels near her, he’ll slaughter. Any outstanding men beside her, he’ll chop to bits. All men must keep a hundred paces from her. All women must keep two hundred—because women are even more dangerous than men! ◆◇◆ Though indolent and devoid of affinity for any of the five spiritual elements, she is the undisputed champion of the medical world, a divine healer who snatches lives from the hands of the King of Hell. (The demons complain: Boss, this woman is stealing our business!) She is also a master of poisons, dispatching foes with a flick of her fingers. (The serpent god laments: Boss, this woman is giving us more work!) The lazy woman roars: If you have the guts, don’t get sick or hurt! Otherwise, you’ll be kneaded into dough in my hands! ◆◇◆ Before transmigration, she was a worthless nobody; after transmigration, she remains so. But if fate is decreed by the heavens, she will break through the very sky itself! Within the depths of a grand manor, spies lurk at every turn, trust is scarce, and the royal family covets her life. Human existence is as fragile as grass, snuffed out in the blink of an eye, and dangers abound. Trust me, and you shall have eternal life. Defy me, and you’ll descend into hell! Piers: To put it plainly, this is a story of battling monsters and leveling up. The male lead is pure—body and soul belong only to the heroine. Special note: a love for one lifetime, one couple only. If you like this tale, please show your support and add it to your collection. If not, reasonable suggestions are welcome and will be adopted. My heart is fragile; harsh words may wound it.
Peerless Lazy Doctor
In the lush, emerald jungle, three ethereal young women made their way through the undergrowth. Dappled sunlight filtered through the leaves, painting shifting patterns on their faces and rendering their skin all the more delicate and pale. Two of them possessed bold brows and bright eyes, graceful willow-like brows, rosy lips as small as cherries, and slender waists that swayed with every step, exuding endless charm.
The third, though, had eyes once clear as water, now shadowed with a hint of emptiness, their usual sparkle dimmed. Her face, small enough to fit in a palm, was exquisitely lovely and evoked a natural tenderness from the beholder. Her limpid eyes shimmered, her lips were softer than flower petals, and she held herself with quiet poise—her beauty, in fact, surpassed that of her companions.
Yet, a birthmark of vivid red marred her left temple, disrupting the delicate harmony of her features. More striking still, a strip of white gauze was tied across her forehead, stained with a blooming patch of fresh blood.
“Sister Xinya, do we really have to do this?” whispered one of the two leading girls, rubbing her arm nervously. This was a wild forest, after all, where fearsome spirit beasts roamed. If she and Sister Xinya were to encounter one, their odds of survival would plummet.
A flash of impatience crossed Ouyang Xinya’s eyes, but when she turned to look at Ouyang Xinwei, her face was pure warmth and understanding. “Did you forget, Xinwei? This ugly thing is still betrothed to Prince Xuan. I don’t wish her any harm—she’s our sister, after
