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Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

When she woke up, she had transmigrated into An Jiuyue, a woman living with two young children on a mountain after her husband abandoned her. She was pushed to the ground, and now, there was a bloody wound on her head. With only a handful of rice left in the rice bag, she had relied on digging wild vegetables to satisfy their hunger every day. Her children were so often starved that they were all skin and bones. On top of that, a wicked woman threatened her to sell her son! If she refused, the woman would snatch him away forcefully. But An Jiuyue took a deep breath, revealed her sharp claws, beat the woman up, and threw her out of the house. She could show the woman she was not to be messed with! They were out of rice and vegetables now, but she was not afraid. Acquiring food using her spatial abilities was as easy as curling her fingers! Moreover, her spatial abilities were unlimited, and her medical skills did not deteriorate. She could no doubt earn money and raise her children well! As for her ex-husband… The prince, who had returned from the battlefield, smiled maliciously. "My beloved concubine, please calm down. I brought back a mountain of gold from the battlefield as a gift for you and our children."

Slightly Attractive · Urban
Not enough ratings
1811 Chs

Who Wouldn't Want Good Things?

Editor: Atlas Studios

He could not finish his sentence.

"You… What's your relationship?"

"What does our relationship have to do with you?" Xiang Qiyan scolded him bluntly.

"Ming Fucheng, you have ill intentions towards Camp Zhan Yun and want to incite a rift between humans and demonic beasts. You'll have to explain yourself to the lords of Huayan Peak at the Beast Affinity Meeting."

"I—"

Ming Fucheng was dumbfounded. Dealing with Qian Jiyun was just a small matter. Why did it concern the Beast Affinity Meeting?

They always talked about important matters at the Beast Affinity Meeting.

"Don't bring up the Beast Affinity Meeting to taunt me. Those lords won't bother with a small fry like Qian Jiyun!"

There were countless planes here. While Qian Jiyun's plane was not the lowest, it was certainly close to it.

Who would bother to care about a small fry like him? What difference would it make if he died?