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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]

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Prayers, The Truth

Editor: Atlas Studios

Liu Piaopiao did not understand why it had suddenly become like this.

She did not even have the courage to ask. If it was really as she thought, what could she do?

On one side was her family, and on the other was justice. How would she choose then?

She knelt in front of the Buddha for a long time, but she could not find an answer.

In the front hall, Shen Yijia learned from the book. She knelt on the futon and clasped her hands together. "Bodhisattva…"

"This is a Buddha statue," Song Jingchen reminded her.

Shen Yijia was speechless.

She coughed dryly and cleared her throat. She closed her eyes and started over. "Buddha, my name is Shen Yijia. I'm fated to come to your temple with my husband today to pray for something."

"Oh, right. The person standing beside me is the husband of the believer." she thought.

The believer did not ask for much. Her husband had been harmed by a traitor and had lost his family.