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Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

When she woke up, she had transmigrated into An Jiuyue, a woman living with two young children on a mountain after her husband abandoned her. She was pushed to the ground, and now, there was a bloody wound on her head. With only a handful of rice left in the rice bag, she had relied on digging wild vegetables to satisfy their hunger every day. Her children were so often starved that they were all skin and bones. On top of that, a wicked woman threatened her to sell her son! If she refused, the woman would snatch him away forcefully. But An Jiuyue took a deep breath, revealed her sharp claws, beat the woman up, and threw her out of the house. She could show the woman she was not to be messed with! They were out of rice and vegetables now, but she was not afraid. Acquiring food using her spatial abilities was as easy as curling her fingers! Moreover, her spatial abilities were unlimited, and her medical skills did not deteriorate. She could no doubt earn money and raise her children well! As for her ex-husband… The prince, who had returned from the battlefield, smiled maliciously. "My beloved concubine, please calm down. I brought back a mountain of gold from the battlefield as a gift for you and our children."

Slightly Attractive · 现代言情
分數不夠
1811 Chs

Do You Think You're a Goddess?

編輯: Atlas Studios

An Jiuyue thought for a moment before replying. Who could truly claim to have a particularly smooth-sailing life?

Did the Emperor, for instance, lead a good life? He might even have a worse life than them, getting headaches every day worrying about who was plotting to kill him.

"People like Zhan Beiye still don't have it too bad. It's just a younger brother. He's not like…"

Unlike her, her father wanted her dead. However, she no longer cared. He was not her father. Why should she care? She would only remember and protect the people around her who cared about her.

Early the next day…

A piercing shriek rang out from a tent in Camp Ning Se.

"You… You, you… Why are you in my tent?" Xue Fangling protected herself fiercely. She was wrapped in a blanket, her face flushed as she accused the man in front of her.

Shang Ningshen was getting dressed frantically. When he heard her question, he could not help but glance around the tent.