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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 · 综合
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998 Chs

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編輯: Atlas Studios

"Madam Yu, where is my second brother?"

Madam Yu's blood seemed to have frozen. She did not expect Xuanyuan Qiyi to ask where Xuanyuan Ce was.

But how was that possible?

Even if the emperor had heard her conversation with Jiang Tao outside, he shouldn't have asked this!

Unless.

He had long known that the one lying in the mourning hall was fake.

As soon as this thought appeared, Madam Yu's mind went blank.

Because she was too shocked, she even forgot to hide it.

"Madam Yu, where is my second brother?" Xuanyuan Qi asked again, his tone even colder than before.

Madam Yu tightened her grip. "What are you talking about, Your Majesty? Isn't His Highness lying in the mourning hall?"

At this moment, an imperial guard walked in and whispered something in Eunuch Wu's ear.

Xuanyuan Qi looked over. Eunuch Wu shook his head.

Xuanyuan Qi's eyes turned cold as he said coldly, "Take her away."