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General, Your Wife Is Requesting Your Return Home For Farming

# FAMILY LIFE Su Xiaoxiao was taking a nap but opened her eyes to find that she had transmigrated and was now in the body of a plump girl. From a dignified military doctor, she was now a glutton and a slacker. What’s more, she often terrorized people in the village, together with her father and brother. That was why nobody for miles around was willing to marry her. Although her family managed to arrange a marriage to an illustrious family, the groom ran away on the day of the wedding. When her father said he would nab her a husband, she was not expecting him to do so literally by capturing Wei Ting with a sack after he was exhausted from fighting bandits. Su Cheng smiled mysteriously at his daughter. "Dad has good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?" "Either." "I captured a husband for you. He's a hundred times better looking than He Tongsheng! You'll definitely like him!" "Then, what's the good news?" she asked in a daze. Su Cheng decided to go with the flow and changed his words. "The good news is that you don't have to give birth any more! My son-in-law has already given us children!" After getting married, Su Xiaoxiao led a busy life of changing her gangster father and younger brother for the better, saving the life of her gorgeous husband, and raising her three rascals… Plus, she unexpectedly became one of the most powerful ladies of the Yan Dynasty!

Pian Fangfang · 综合
分數不夠
1469 Chs

Second Brother vs. the Truth

編輯: Atlas Studios

In the courtyard of Changliu Lane.

Wei Qing looked at his brother, who had suddenly barged in, and unhurriedly placed a chess piece on the chessboard. "How would I know what secrets Su Xuan has?"

"How can you not know?" Wei Ting glanced at his chessboard. "You're the only one he's close to, and he always wants to play chess with you. It's as if you're old friends."

Wei Qing glared at his brother. "Are you saying that he's young or that I'm old?"

Wei Qing was only eight years older than Su Xuan.

In the past, Wei Ting had come in silence. Now that he had let himself go, he was as in need of a beating as Wei Liulang.

Wei Ting stared straight at his second brother. "You don't play much with me. My chess skills aren't bad."

This was true. Wei Ting had been raised as a scholar since he was young and was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

If he was a little stupid, he would not be a 17-year-old high school top scholar.