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Empress of Fortune: A Farm Girl's Rise

Introduction 1: The villagers, when mentioning Zhuang Qingning who had no parents, then fell ill and chose to live on her own rather than being fostered by her uncle's family, they sighed and shook their heads, thinking she was paving her own way to death. But who would have thought, she started a workshop, bought a shop, built a house, lived comfortably raising dogs and cats, and everyone who got close to her flourished financially? The villagers: Is it too late to get in good graces with the God of Wealth now? Awaiting your response, it's quite urgent...... ---- Introduction 2: Everyone in the capital city sighed over the good fortune of the Prince Qi, who was unparalleled in his beauty, for he followed the wishes of the late queen and married an ordinary rural girl, thereby giving up an ideal marriage. But who would have thought, the prince was so considerate of his wife, spent fortune to bring a smile to her face, defied orders just to protect her, totally behaving like a man deeply in love...... All the people: Excuse me, is it too late to start shipping this couple now? ---- This story is about a rural woman growing step by step, expressing warmth, lightness, encountering thorny paths and joyful achievements alike, where lovers eventually marry, and there is retribution for good and evil.

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663 Chs

Chapter 066: Murder

The moment her words ended, Zhuang Qingning, wielding a kitchen knife, lunged towards Mrs. Song.

Despite her usual clumsy and slow manner, Mrs. Song knew at this moment that if she didn't run, her life would be in danger. With a cry, she rolled and crawled out the door.

Zhuang Qingning promptly set off in pursuit.

"Sister." Zhuang Qingning's younger sister, Zhuang Qingsui, followed.

"You stay home, don't run around. I'll be back soon." Zhuang Qingning, fearing that Zhuang Qingsui might get hurt if things got too heated, issued instructions and then resumed chasing after Mrs. Song.

However, Mrs. Song was by nature fat and short, and even though she struggled to run, her pace felt much like a slow crawl.

Seeing the nimble and agile Zhuang Qingning getting closer, and the cold gleam from the kitchen knife in her hand, appeared soon to come down on her own head.

Mrs. Song's face drained of blood, and her legs trembled like sifting chaff, almost unable to run.

"Murder, murder…"