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The Chief Minister’s Ferocious Wife

# chief assistant Zhao Chuchu was reborn in a time before the apocalypse. As soon as the space was filled with supplies, something fell from a high altitude and killed her. Then, she transmigrated, becoming a small villager in an unknown dynasty. She started this new life by taking out the natives, dealing with the plague, and becoming a divine doctor in one fell swoop. Using her fists, she gained high status. She bullied those scums until they cried for their mommy and begged for mercy. She produced large quantities of rice, beans, and sweet potatoes… She could do everything, and she earned a lot of money with that. Everyone watched as she reconciled with Xiao Xiucai. They watched until a baby was born, as well as until Xiao Xiucai became the top scholar and smoothly became the Chief Minister. Then, everyone waited for the day the Chief Minister would divorce his wife, who went through hardships in life with him. They waited and waited until the couple had grown old, the two living together for the rest of their lives.

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Chapter 402 Stressed Out (3)

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

"Third Brother..."

"Let's not talk about that. We shall head to the Yuan clan first."

The Third Prince stopped the conversation.

Qiao Heting heaved a sigh of relief.

The Yuan Clan was completely unaware that the Third Prince and Qiao Heting had arrived.

Upon finding out who he was, Old Mrs. Yuan was flabbergasted. She hurriedly instructed the entire clan to treat the Third Prince with the utmost respect.

"Greetings, Your Highness."

"There's no need for that, madam. I'm sorry for visiting so suddenly and disturbing your family."

The Third Prince was exceptionally polite.

"No, no. This is no trouble at all. It is the Yuan clan's honor to receive you. Please, Your Highness, come in."

"Alright."

The Third Prince led the way and walked into the Yuan clan.

No one could tell that the Third Prince was ill or weak in any way.

Old Mrs. Yuan was quite nervous.