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 Chuchu smiled knowingly and said, "Sister Hong, I think you should refrain from speaking so confidently now. The medicinal bath I've prepared for you is not as simple as soaking in water infused with herbs."

Chang Hong had never seen treatment like this before, so she could not imagine how it would look or feel. She assumed that Zhao Chuchu had tried it on a commoner before, and the other party could not withstand it. She was confident that as a martial arts practitioner, she would have no problem enduring the process.

When Xie Heng came home, Zhao Chuchu had just concluded her work in the medicine room.

The two talked about what they had done, respectively, and they went to bed early.

The next day, Zhao Chuchu gave the medicinal herbs to Chang Hong and instructed her to concoct them in the evening for at least two hours.

Then, Zhao Chuchu went to the Ruyu Center to check its progress.

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