Tiny Little Small Bottle

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.
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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]

Young Master's Fierce Wife

Unfortunately, they were destined to disappoint the abbot. These fish in the free-range pool lived a life of being fed every day. Not only were they fat, but they were also useless. They were not alert at all.

When they saw the food, they pounced on it. Soon, there was movement below.

In less than 15 minutes, Xuanyuan Ce's fish basket was filled with lively fish.

Xuanyuan Ce ignored the fish that jumped out of the fish basket and let them jump on the ground.

The abbot's eyelids twitched as he watched. He pressed his palms together and chanted, "Amitabha. Donor Xuanyuan should know when to stop."

"I don't understand," Xuanyuan Ce said coldly.

He did not even look up. He picked up the fishing rod and took off the stupid fish from the hook. He casually threw it into the fish basket, replaced it with a new bait, and continued fishing. "I only know that if you don't say it now, you really won't be able to keep the fish in your pool."

What Happened Back Then (1)