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Rebirth: My Healer Wife Owns Superpowers

Introduction: (Confiscation + Exile + Medical Skills + Space + Farming + Strategy + Wife Chasing + 1v1 + Return to the Pinnacle) After her death, the versatile doctor Qi Yue transmigrated and became the fat wife used for luck in marriage by the disabled Marquis of Beiyuan Kingdom. Just as she entered the grand gates of the Marquis Residence, the cruel Emperor came to confiscate everything. With exile imminent, Qi Yue activated her space ability, emptied the Marquis’s storeroom, and incidentally plundered the Emperor’s private store. To think that she, a General’s daughter, was poisoned by her relatives, ended up with a body full of fat, and had to endure the hardships of exile? Qi Yue: “Since they dared to send me to hell, don't blame me for dragging them down with me.” The Place of Exile is poor, broken, and filled with indigenous murderers? Qi Yue: “Bring two to kill a pair, let's see who dies more!” One day, the disabled Marquis suddenly stood up, his radiant appearance causing countless young girls to scream? Qi Yue: “Since we haven't performed the marriage rites, love whoever you want.” Facing disdain, the Marquis narrowed his phoenix eyes, “Prepare for a grand wedding!”

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Chapter 146: Immune to All Poisons

On this day, there was no auction, so the black market was just frequented by ordinary people looking for rare items, and the crowds weren't particularly dense.

However, the two of them didn't enter the black market through the underground passage but went into the Rishengchang Draft Bank that stood above it.

Passing through the bustling clerks, the pair headed straight to the third floor, stopping in front of the room in the middle.

"Master."

"Come in."

An elegant and pleasant voice called out, and after exchanging a glance, the two pushed the door and entered.

Inside was a very spacious room, with a large balcony directly opposite the door.

The rocking chair on the balcony swayed gently, with a person sitting on it.

He was dressed in snow-bright, wide brocade clothing, with hair hanging down to mid-shoulder like clouds, indescribably clear-cut and exquisitely natural.

"Was everything all right last night?"

The man asked, his voice a bit anxious as he spun around.