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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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998 Chs

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Editor: Atlas Studios

The night was dark and the room was silent.

However, Xuanyuan Ye tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

From time to time, that smiling and expectant voice would ring in her ears. "I've found my daughter."

How ironic. She'd been there all along, waiting for him to look back.

She suddenly thought of her mother, that gentle woman who spoke softly.

If she knew about this, she would definitely be even sadder than her.

Moreover, she was no longer her father's only bloodline. Would her imperial uncle and grandmother dote on her like before?

Speaking of which, they cared about her father the most. Would they spoil his other daughter more because of their father's biased love?

She could almost see the gloating gazes of her cousins.

Xuanyuan Ye regretted not listening to her mother and stubbornly coming to Great Xia. At the same time, she was glad that she had grasped the initiative.