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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 · Geral
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998 Chs

A Blockade (1)

Editor: Atlas Studios

Mo Yuan did not understand why Shen Yijia had such a big reaction. She was about to say that she did not know when a voice sounded.

"Pfft, this young lady isn't from the capital, right? The Romantic Scholar's books originally circulated from the capital."

Therefore, to be precise, it was not sold to the capital, but from the capital.

Shen Yijia turned around.

Their carriage was parked by the roadside, next to a tea stall. The person who spoke was a baby-faced young man sitting in a tea stall.

The young man looked out of place at the slightly dirty tea stall, but he didn't seem to mind at all.

Noticing Shen Yijia's gaze, he even winked at her.

Shen Yijia pursed her lips and asked, "Do you know him?"

Otherwise, how would he know where he had placed his books to sell in the beginning?

The young man choked and looked away. "I don't know him."

"Oh." Shen Yijia turned to look at the crowd in front of her again.