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 Guiqing's expression immediately changed. He jumped back and quickly put his hands behind his back. "I didn't do anything. He fell on his own!"

Madam Zhou nearly fainted when she saw her husband lying unconscious on the floor. She didn't even know how she ran up to her husband, but her body was covered in Mr. Hu's blood. Her hands were cold as the color was drained from her face.

She knelt down as her hands started to shake. "B-Bingyu?"

Hu Bingyu did not show any reaction. Blood continued to spill from the wound on his head.

"Ugh! How unlucky. Carry him out. Don't let him die inside our house!" Old Madam Ma got anxious too. "Hey, hurry up!"

"Don't you guys dare to touch him!" Madam Zhou roared. "You guys killed him. You guys will pay for this!"

He Can't Die in Our House