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

"I think I've been feeding you guys too much recently, so you guys have the mood to think about some meaningless things. When I go back tonight, I'll tell Uncle Hea to stop giving you guys meat for a few days first. What are you all still doing? Get up and work."

When that large group of people heard this, their bodies trembled and they subconsciously stood up to work and began working frantically.

"Leader, what do you think the Mistress means? Is she going to get rid of us or not?"

Number One pondered for a moment and said, "Mistress said that our thoughts are meaningless, which means that she doesn't intend to get rid of us. Get back to work! Get back to work! Otherwise, we really won't get any meat to eat. If I so much as get one less mouthful of Old Man Hea's cooking, I'll be starving like mad."

"If you say so, Leader. Let's get back to work. Get back to work."

What Was Waiting For Her