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

The Emperor had been unconscious for days. All the imperial physicians were stationed around him.

Xie Yan took pity on the Emperor, who was tormented by poison and had aged rapidly in a short amount of time.

Unfortunately, the poison used by the Great Prince was deadly. It corroded the Emperor's internal organs. All the imperial physicians came to the same conclusion after their diagnosis. Even with an antidote, the Emperor would not be able to recover.

Xie Yan knew that the Great Prince would revolt, but he did not expect the Great Prince to collude with a servant whom the Emperor trusted to poison the latter.

If the Emperor did not send Zhao Chuchu and Xie Heng to the war, she might be able to save him.

Unfortunately, the Emperor made the wrong choice.

Now, even if Zhao Chuchu rushed back to Imperial City, she would most likely be of no help.

"Third Brother, will Father wake up again?" asked Xie Jun with red eyes. "Can Sis save him?"

It Is Too Late, I Can't Do Anything