Twilight Smoke Painting

# chief assistant
Zhao Chuchu was reborn in a time before the apocalypse. As soon as the space was filled with supplies, something fell from a high altitude and killed her. Then, she transmigrated, becoming a small villager in an unknown dynasty. She started this new life by taking out the natives, dealing with the plague, and becoming a divine doctor in one fell swoop. Using her fists, she gained high status. She bullied those scums until they cried for their mommy and begged for mercy. She produced large quantities of rice, beans, and sweet potatoes… She could do everything, and she earned a lot of money with that. Everyone watched as she reconciled with Xiao Xiucai. They watched until a baby was born, as well as until Xiao Xiucai became the top scholar and smoothly became the Chief Minister. Then, everyone waited for the day the Chief Minister would divorce his wife, who went through hardships in life with him. They waited and waited until the couple had grown old, the two living together for the rest of their lives.

The Chief Minister’s Ferocious Wife

Zhao Baotian's wife, Miss Liu, was afraid that if Madam Yang pissed off Zhao Chuchu, Zhao Baotian would be bedridden for the rest of his life.

"Mom, let's head out first. She wouldn't dare to not fix Baotian's leg after taking your money." Miss Liu mustered up all her courage and dragged Madam Yang out of the room.

Madam Yang took the opportunity to leave. She didn't dare to lash out at Zhao Chuchu, so she sat at the door and started howling. "Why is god doing this to me? Why is my life so difficult? All my sons are fiends. They're sucking away my life..."

"Old hag, you better stop making noise, or I'll give you a portion of poison!" Zhao Chuchu's voice came from the room.

Madam Yang's voice was stifled. She didn't dare to make any more noise.

Zhao Baotian shrieked for another half an hour before Zhao Chuchu came out of his room.

Zhao Baofen's condition was even worse than Zhao Baotian's. Zhao Chuchu could smell rotten flesh in the air.

Was She Going to Die?