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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."

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Chapter 1709: It's Not My Own Will!

As soon as she heard Qian Jiyun's voice and caught the meaning of their words, they wanted to kill her.

The Gu Qingyu who had been pretending to be unconscious to avoid calamity couldn't keep up the act. She scrambled up from the ground and tried to flee, thinking that even hiding in the Zhedu Sea Area would be better than dying at the hands of these people in front of her.

However, she overestimated her own strength. Before she could stand up, she had already collapsed halfway to the ground.

"No, you can't kill me, I am a member of Qingyun Sect, if you kill me, Qingyun Sect won't let you off!" she sat on the ground, looking at Qian Jiyun in panic, shaking her head continuously.

All she wanted was to avenge herself—what was her mistake?

Why were these people so anxious for her death? Her death brought them no benefits, did it?