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General, Your Wife Is Requesting Your Return Home For Farming

# FAMILY LIFE Su Xiaoxiao was taking a nap but opened her eyes to find that she had transmigrated and was now in the body of a plump girl. From a dignified military doctor, she was now a glutton and a slacker. What’s more, she often terrorized people in the village, together with her father and brother. That was why nobody for miles around was willing to marry her. Although her family managed to arrange a marriage to an illustrious family, the groom ran away on the day of the wedding. When her father said he would nab her a husband, she was not expecting him to do so literally by capturing Wei Ting with a sack after he was exhausted from fighting bandits. Su Cheng smiled mysteriously at his daughter. "Dad has good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?" "Either." "I captured a husband for you. He's a hundred times better looking than He Tongsheng! You'll definitely like him!" "Then, what's the good news?" she asked in a daze. Su Cheng decided to go with the flow and changed his words. "The good news is that you don't have to give birth any more! My son-in-law has already given us children!" After getting married, Su Xiaoxiao led a busy life of changing her gangster father and younger brother for the better, saving the life of her gorgeous husband, and raising her three rascals… Plus, she unexpectedly became one of the most powerful ladies of the Yan Dynasty!

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Penerjemah: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

He took out a dagger and wiped it clean with a handkerchief before feeding the scabbard to Qin Yanran. "Bite it."

Qin Yanran bit the scabbard.

Xu Qing looked at her thin gauze shirt and reached out to cut it open layer by layer with scissors.

When her snow-white shoulders were completely exposed to him, he turned his face away.

Qin Yanran grabbed his wrist tightly.

Xu Qing's eyes flickered. He grabbed the arrow, closed his eyes, and pulled it out!

Qin Yanran fainted from the pain and fell into his arms. Blood stained his clothes and burned his chest.

"Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!"

Xiaohu beat the gong all the way in the carriage.

He had taken the official's gong again.

Dahu and Erhu swayed with the rhythm. Wei Xiyue was in charge of clapping for the three little packrats.

After cultivating Dao techniques for so many years, this was the first time Sikong Yun felt that he was so close to ascending.