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

He had never drunk it before, nor had Ah Weng. Ah Weng had heard it from an old man who had passed away.

The others were also very happy. They even forgot that the elders had said that they had to teach them properly before coming. They raised their heads and stuck out their tongues to lick the bamboo tube, afraid that they would miss a drop.

Si Yun glanced at them sympathetically.

The bamboo tubes fell to the ground.

A little girl suddenly fell, followed by a second child, and a third…

Before they could react, the 81 people fainted and fell to the ground.

Only then did Ji Yunxi walk out of the main hall. Mo Yu and another woman carried Shen Yijia up the altar behind her.

Si Yun glanced at Shen Yijia and raised her hand. A disciple took the initiative to hand over a torch.

After receiving the torch, Si Yun walked up the wooden stairs beside the stone tripod.

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