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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

Sacrifice (2)

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Ji Yunxi nodded and said, "Last night, I drew blood and performed a divination. I finally saw a hint of heavenly secrets."

Using one's own blood as a guide to communicate with the heavens and ask for an oracle.

This seemed simple, but it was extremely harsh on the person who performed the divination. It even damaged their lifespan.

Normally, who would be willing to sacrifice so much?

Even though Ji Yunxi did not say anything, everyone could guess the seriousness of the matter.

"I always thought that the spiritual spring drying up was because of me. I didn't know that was not the case until last night." Ji Yunxi smiled bitterly. "Our Valley of Heavenly Secrets has worked hard for the sake of the world for generations, but we didn't know that we had already left behind a disaster for ourselves. The spiritual spring drying up and the blood of the divine tablets are just warnings. If we don't respond soon, everyone will suffer divine punishment."