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General, Your Wife Is Requesting Your Return Home For Farming

# FAMILY LIFE Su Xiaoxiao was taking a nap but opened her eyes to find that she had transmigrated and was now in the body of a plump girl. From a dignified military doctor, she was now a glutton and a slacker. What’s more, she often terrorized people in the village, together with her father and brother. That was why nobody for miles around was willing to marry her. Although her family managed to arrange a marriage to an illustrious family, the groom ran away on the day of the wedding. When her father said he would nab her a husband, she was not expecting him to do so literally by capturing Wei Ting with a sack after he was exhausted from fighting bandits. Su Cheng smiled mysteriously at his daughter. "Dad has good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?" "Either." "I captured a husband for you. He's a hundred times better looking than He Tongsheng! You'll definitely like him!" "Then, what's the good news?" she asked in a daze. Su Cheng decided to go with the flow and changed his words. "The good news is that you don't have to give birth any more! My son-in-law has already given us children!" After getting married, Su Xiaoxiao led a busy life of changing her gangster father and younger brother for the better, saving the life of her gorgeous husband, and raising her three rascals… Plus, she unexpectedly became one of the most powerful ladies of the Yan Dynasty!

Pian Fangfang · General
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Taking the Initiative

Editor: Atlas Studios

The First Elder's scalp went numb.

What was the situation?

Was he being followed?

He did not notice it at all!

Also, the Sect Master mentioned… a grandson?

The young master was here?!

As the first batch of trusted aides to follow Mo Guiyuan, the First Elder naturally knew about Mo Guiyuan's relationship with the Wei family.

Last time, his sect master even personally let the young sect master go.

After Mo Guiyuan said that, the White Lotus Society disciples at the door automatically moved aside. Wei Ting walked in leisurely.

Mo Guiyuan revealed a benevolent smile. "I knew you would come. Go, serve the new peach juice brew this year."

A disciple agreed and went to the wine cellar to get wine. He also asked the kitchen to cut fruit plates and cold dishes.

There was no one else with such a strange combination.

Mo Guiyuan placed the dishes in the courtyard.

"Sit," Mo Guiyuan said to Wei Ting.