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

Seeing that it was Xuanyuan Ce, Shen Yijia stopped in her tracks and maintained her outstretched hands. Mo Yuan rushed over.

Xuanyuan Ce hugged the person in his arms and retreated. He shouted, "Stop her."

A Demon Guard suddenly appeared in front of Mo Yuan.

Mo Yuan's eyes turned cold. She flipped her wrist and a silver needle flew out of her fingertip.

With a clang, the Demon Guards swung their swords to block it. Without giving Mo Yuan a chance to take out any more silver needles, they pounced on her and grabbed her wrist.

Two voices sounded at the same time. One came from Shen Yijia, and the other…

Ji Luo retreated from Xuanyuan Ce's arms and staggered.

Mo Yuan quickly ran over to support her.

Ji Luo looked at Xuanyuan Ce, who was also looking at her. However, unlike Ji Luo's coldness, Xuanyuan Ce's eyes were filled with shock and regret.

Mo Yuan could recognize her at a glance, but so could Xuanyuan Ce.

I'm Your Mother