Transmigration: Taming My Beastly Sultan!
An overworked office worker from another world, Lin Xia, was reborn as Raisa, the sacrificial tribute daughter of a fallen Northern Clan.
In the past, the white-furred "omen" was loathed by everyone in the Empire and was notorious for her foul reputation. She was not only an illiterate deadbeat but also a useless pawn who was mocked.
“She is not even worthy of being the Sultan’s footstool!”
“A shameless tribute! Useless!”
In response to that, Lin Xia simply chuckled. ‘Heh-heh… a useless omen? A shameless tribute?’
Despite being dealt a bad hand of cards, she could still shake up the world and stir up a storm! She went from being the loathed tribute of a wealthy palace to the owner of a renowned winery and went from being a deadbeat to a talented girl that everyone envied – from having nothing to being at the top of the world!
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The heavy cedar doors of the banquet hall swung open, but it wasn't the "pitiful tribute" the nobles expected to see. Instead, Raisa stepped through, her silver silks shimmering like moonlight against her snow-white fur.
[Ding! Mission Accomplished: Shock the Court with your 'Spirit-Infused' wine. Reward: 50,000 Gold Dinars and the 'Sovereign Presence' Aura!]
She signaled her attendants, who carried forward amphorae sealed in red wax. As the servants uncorked the bottles, a rich, heady aroma filled the air, so potent it made the high-ranking beastmen’s instincts hum with sudden vitality.
"I heard a whisper that I was a deadbeat who knew nothing of value?" Raisa said, her voice cutting through the hall.
She stepped toward a Duke whose jaw had hit the floor, tossing a thick pile of leather-bound ledgers onto the banquet table.
"I’ve just bought out your family’s entire shipping line. From today, your merchants will answer to me."
The room fell into a deathly silence.
The Duke’s face turned a brilliant shade of purple as he realized his family's fortune had vanished overnight.
Suddenly, a heavy, warm presence draped itself over her shoulders. A pair of powerful, dark arms wrapped around her waist, and a chin rested on her shoulder.
Zhakhan, the terrifying Black Panther Sultan who could end a rebellion with a single growl, let out a soft, pathetic sigh.
"Raisa... my heart feels so heavy." he murmured, his voice loud enough for the entire shocked court to hear. He leaned his 6'5" frame against her, acting as if he couldn't stand on his own.
"I think I’m coming down with a fever. Only you can help me."
Raisa looked at the man who had just dismantled an army yesterday but was now clinging to her like a giant, needy pendant.
"Zhakhan!"
she hissed, trying to shove his massive head off her shoulder. "You were fine five minutes ago! Throw away your 'White Lotus' act and stand up straight!"
The Sultan didn't budge. Instead, he nuzzled her ear, his golden eyes flashing with a playful, predatory light.
"I'm a sick man, my wife. How could you be so heartless to your husband?"