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

"Grandma Zhao, I don't want to sleep alone. I want to sleep with Mother!"

At night, Su Ying had just come out of the bathroom after washing up when she saw Ling wriggling her body and sliding down from Aunt Zhao's arms. Her tiny hands were tightly clasped on the door, refusing to let go regardless of what happened.

The older toddler Ji took the opportunity to run into the room.

When she saw this, Aunt Zhao could only follow him into the room.

When Aunt Zhao saw Su Ying walking into the room, she let go of Ji's hand temporarily. "I just wanted to let Mistress sleep better at night. Now that Young Master and Young Miss are more grown up, I am thinking of letting them sleep separately from Mistress."

"I don't want to. Ling hasn't grown up yet. I don't want to sleep separately from Mother!" The younger toddler Ling ran forward with her short legs and hugged Su Ying's leg, refusing to let go.

You Are the Empress