My Daughter is too Cute

Su Wen transmigrated and became the Prime Minister’s son, possessing both power and money. 
In the capital, Su Wen was known to be a profligate young master who had no cares.
However, all of this was merely a façade. He was provided with a goldfinger which was a cultivation system that rewarded him for triggering intense emotions in others. 
He put on the image of an arrogant playboy to incur the negative emotions of others to farm points for his cultivation.
Thus, he started on the path towards the pinnacle of life. 
But when he turned 18, something happened.
A general's daughter went to war on behalf of her father and managed to rout the enemy, killing 40,000 of them.
Such startling news became the talk of the town and everyone was apprehensive when they talked about this woman who killed without batting an eye.
Meanwhile, Su Wen who had been having fun sowing his wild seeds in the capital was suddenly granted a marriage by the emperor. He was to marry this woman, the Goddess of Death.

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My Wife Is A General Who Killed Tens Of Thousands On The Battlefield

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"Question: In front of the grass hut, there is a pine tree. What is the meaning of this sentence?"

Upon seeing the first question, Zhuang Qingbei immediately stood up and said loudly, "What kind of bullsh*t question is this? It's just that there's a pine tree in front of the straw hut. It's the author's description of the environment. What deeper meaning can there be?"

On the podium, Su Wen looked around and asked with a smile, "Do all of you think this way?"

Although that was what most people thought, most of the people here were people with deep and varied thoughts. Seeing Su Wen's question, they were afraid that there was something fishy, so how could they open their mouths?

If they were to speak now, they would be slapped in the face by Su Wen. Wouldn't that be laughable? Anyway, Zhuang Qingbei had already stepped forward, so why should they stand out?

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