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

The Green Guardian shook his head. "Green Slave doesn't have a name. Everyone in the city doesn't have a name."

The Green Guardian was stunned for a moment. He pulled up the corners of his mouth awkwardly. His smile was truly uglier than a crying face.

The Green Guardian tried his best to purse his lips. A strange little emotion rose in his heart. Inwardly, he felt that the City Lord in front of him was even more difficult to please than the previous Empress. What laughing and crying… They… had long forgotten how to do all these.

Su Ying looked at him with a hint of sorrow in her eyes. Other than an expressionless face, he could only display negative emotions. He was even worse than a puppet. When the strings of a puppet were pulled, at least it was still possible to make the puppet smile.

More Difficult to Serve Her