Skin White As Snow

“That’s a jinx and must be rid of. It’s that or you and your family get out of here.” 
Su Xiaolu was transmigrated into this world as a newborn, and the instant she opened her eyes, she was deemed a burden and a jinx by a venomous grandmother-in-law. 
Her father, Su Sanlang, gritted his teeth and said, “Alright then, you can separate us from the family and we’ll leave.” 
For the sake of keeping her alive, they were forced to leave the main family and start a new life elsewhere. They ventured into a new profession, went hunting, and their lives gradually improved. 
Despite being called a jinx, she became the apprentice of a divine physician at the age of three, inherited his legacy, and became known to the world. She treated her brothers’ brain disease and her eldest brother became a profound martial artist while her second brother became a scholar. They all brought glory to their family. 
Now a divine physician herself and well-versed in nutritious recipes, she owned the largest restaurant in the Zhou Dynasty and earned so much money that she couldn’t possibly finish spending them in ten lives. 
Her family grew more prosperous and their horrible relatives showed up, trying to ride their coattails. 
Su Xiaolu smirked. “Close the gates and release the tiger!”

Transmigrated As A Delicate Bundle Of Luck For A Farming Family

New Year's Eve was lively, and firecrackers sounded everywhere.

Yan Qingyun's heart was still. He was old, tired, and helpless.

Standing at the corridor, the servant reminded him, "Master, it's cold. You have to take care of your body."

Yan Qingyun stood still and looked at the bright firecrackers rising in the distant night sky. His heart was filled with sorrow and bitterness.

He touched his old and cold hand, his eyes filled with desolation.

After a long time, he sighed and muttered, "Did I really do something wrong?"

After a few moments of self-doubt, he shook his head and denied it. He was not wrong.

Her son, Yan Zhiyuan, was not calm enough and not scheming enough. If he stood too high, he would be easily targeted. If he stood too high, something would happen sooner or later.

The Fourteenth Year