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Looking After a Battle God With Hundreds of Billions in Supplies

After transmigrating, Su Ying, Major General of the End Times War Troops, became a b*tch who conspired with a jerk to murder her husband. As soon as she transmigrated, she found herself stuck with two children and a handicapped husband who could end her life at any moment. Su Ying waved her hand dismissively. This was a piece of cake compared to the injuries she had dealt with on the battlefield. She had even suffered from not having food or water whilst being hunted down. This was a walk in a park. Su Ying had her own space for resources. She had meat in one hand and alcohol in the other. She'd kill every assassin who came her way. Not only was she able to heal her handicapped husband, but she also managed to raise her children well. She built a house and farmland around it. She eventually established her own civilization and empire. She was the queen of her own nation. Once her husband fully recovered, she helped him by clearing his name and getting back everything that belonged to him in Shangjing. She then tossed divorce papers on the table so that they could part ways and enjoy their own lives away from each other. He clenched his jaw. "Try getting a divorce if you dare!" Her two children wrapped their arms around her legs. "Mommy, don't you want your babies anymore?" Su Ying placed one hand on her forehead. Fine, I'll take them all!

Ting Chan · ย้อนยุค
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673 Chs

Pain That Ordinary People Couldn't Bear

Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

When Su Ying brought the three children back to the manor, Aunt Zhao was very surprised.

"Why did Your Highness come back so early?" Madam Zhao was even more surprised when she caught sight of Fu Zheng. "Isn't this the eldest grandson of Duke Zhenguo's Residence?"

"Do you know him, Aunt Zhao?"

Aunt Zhao nodded. She had seen the child twice in the capital before. This was because the child's looks were too similar to his biological mother, Madam Zhou, and that was why she remembered him.

"This child is at least seven or eight years old, right?"

"Granny, I'm already eight years old this year," Fu Zheng replied.

Aunt Zhao looked at his sallow and emaciated appearance and couldn't help but feel some heartache. "You must be hungry. Old Hea said that Your Highness wouldn't be back by noon. I don't know if he has prepared any food. I will send someone to ask."