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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 · Lịch sử
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673 Chs

Getting Better At Placating People

Biên tập viên: Dragon Boat Translation

Upon hearing Su Ying's question, the couple who were sorting out the rice cakes raised their heads and said with a smile, "Young Madam, you may not be aware, but the Empress has established a women's academy for children from poor families like us. As long as we meet the requirements, when we get selected after drawing lots, we can go and study."

Half of the woman's hair had turned white, and when she smiled, the wrinkles on her face bundled up at the corners of her eyes. However, Su Ying could see the hopefulness in her eyes, and her turbid eyes were filled with joy and radiance. "Our girl Moon is lucky. We won the ballot yesterday, and tomorrow she can pack up and go to school."

"Yes, yes. No one in our family is literate. If she goes to the academy, Moon may be able to write poems and articles. She will become a scholar, and that makes her different from the rest of us." The middle-aged man spoke with a proud expression.