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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."

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"But your injuries—" His trusted aide looked at his injuries and hesitated.

He was their young master. What would they do if something happened to him?

"No buts. My injuries are fine," Young Master Tan interrupted him sternly.

The injuries he had suffered in the past were much more serious. His current injuries were nothing to him.

However, he never expected to fail miserably here.

Pharmacist Yin was really an idiot. Even his master was not very intelligent. However, he had no choice but to cooperate with these people. Otherwise, his strength would be insignificant.

A sudden voice interrupted Young Master Tan, and his pupils constricted.

"Be on your guard!" He reacted instantly.

He retracted his hand from his wounds, regardless of how painful they were, and drew his flexible sword from his belt.

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