webnovel

Young Master's Fierce Wife

The Bulwark Duke’s residence had fallen. On the day of the duke’s son’s wedding, all men in the family were imprisoned. In just three days, the patriarch and duke died. What was originally a joyful occasion became a depressing funeral. Shen Yijia had transmigrated as the unfortunate bride. By the time her husband was sent back home to her, he was crippled and heavily injured. Everyone said that this fallen family would never recover. Shen Yijia possessed a spirit liquid that helped her bring her husband back from the brink of death. When Song Jingchen woke up, he advised her to marry someone else instead. Shen Yijia stared at his handsome face and shook her head. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you.” On the way back to their hometown, they encountered bandits and even suicide warriors who tried to assassinate them at all costs. Shen Yijia patted her chest and vowed to her beautiful husband, saying, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” However, nosy people kept nagging at her, saying that a wife should be knowledgeable, reasonable, and virtuous. Was she supposed to help her husband pick out a concubine too? Shen Yijia was annoyed. As a modern woman, she couldn’t possibly get her husband a concubine! Her husband belonged to her alone! For the sake of earning money, she hunted in the mountains, battled scum, and took in disciples. Eventually, Shen Yijia’s life became smooth sailing. - Many years later, they returned to the capital. Everyone assumed that Song Jingchen disliked having such a violent wife, and would soon divorce her to remarry. The young noblewomen rubbed their hands together in glee, waiting for Shen Yijia to leave so they could take her place. But as they waited and waited, they saw the Song Jingchen gently hold Shen Yijia’s hands right after the latter had beaten someone up. Song Jingchen asked worriedly, “Does it hurt?” [1v1 sweet love. A doting yet violent female lead vs a jealous two-faced male lead]

Tiny Little Small Bottle · General
Not enough ratings
998 Chs

Jing'an Temple

Editor: Atlas Studios

Mo Yuan said, "I'm not cold."

"Are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Then you must be thirsty. Why don't you drink some water?"

"I'm not thirsty."

"Haha, look at the weather."

Mo Yuan glanced at him indifferently. "You're very noisy."

Thirty Thousand rubbed his nose and did not dare to speak.

South Wind chuckled.

Two hours later, the carriage stopped at the foot of the mountain.

Shen Yijia lifted the curtain and jumped out of the car. She saw a staircase that was only wide enough for three people.

The stairs meandered up without end.

It was naturally impossible for the carriage and horses to go up the mountain. Fortunately, there was a shed specially provided for people to park their carriages and horses.

It was unknown if it was built by the people of the temple.

There were already two carriages parked inside. Shen Yijia immediately recognized them as belonging to the Liu family.