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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]

Tiny Little Small Bottle · Umum
Peringkat tidak cukup
998 Chs

Xiao Qirui's Death

Editor: Atlas Studios

The moonlight was like water, and the evening wind blew.

Flames soared at the city gate, and the smell of burning corpses mixed with the smell of blood in the air.

The enemy army surged towards the city gate.

Under the boundless sky, the young general held a long sword and stood in front of the army domineeringly.

The people he brought had long died. The dark brown warhorses fell at his feet, along with the warhorses and the corpses of the enemy troops.

One man holding the fort against ten thousand.

His armor had long been stained red with blood. Some of it belonged to the enemy, while some of it belonged to him.

Bright red blood dripped from the tip of his sword, leaving red marks on the ground. With every step he took, he left a blood-red footprint.

More and more blood gathered on the ground, and his life was rapidly draining away, but he couldn't feel it. There was only killing in his eyes and a voice in his heart.