Ting Chan

After transmigrating, Su Ying, Major General of the End Times War Troops, became a b*tch who conspired with a jerk to murder her husband. As soon as she transmigrated, she found herself stuck with two children and a handicapped husband who could end her life at any moment. 

Su Ying waved her hand dismissively. This was a piece of cake compared to the injuries she had dealt with on the battlefield. She had even suffered from not having food or water whilst being hunted down. This was a walk in a park. 

Su Ying had her own space for resources. She had meat in one hand and alcohol in the other. She'd kill every assassin who came her way. 

Not only was she able to heal her handicapped husband, but she also managed to raise her children well. She built a house and farmland around it. She eventually established her own civilization and empire. She was the queen of her own nation. 

Once her husband fully recovered, she helped him by clearing his name and getting back everything that belonged to him in Shangjing. She then tossed divorce papers on the table so that they could part ways and enjoy their own lives away from each other. 

He clenched his jaw. "Try getting a divorce if you dare!" 

Her two children wrapped their arms around her legs. "Mommy, don't you want your babies anymore?" 

Su Ying placed one hand on her forehead. Fine, I'll take them all! 

Looking After a Battle God With Hundreds of Billions in Supplies

Su Ying walked up to the old woman and looked at her with an ambiguous expression.

"Where do you live, old granny? I'm very thirsty, so I want to go to your house and ask for a glass of water."

The old woman looked at her and gave a peculiar laugh. "I don't have anything else, but I can still offer a glass of water. My house is just ahead. Little Miss, come with me."

The old woman brought Su Ying to a courtyard. Su Ying told the bandit leader to wait outside while she followed the old woman in.

The old woman's house was also a wooden building, and it seemed to be very old. When the old woman pushed open the courtyard gate, the ancient wooden gate creaked.

The wooden building was different from Mei Niang's wooden building. It was three stories high, and at a glance, it was covered in signs of wind and rain erosion and mottled patches.

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