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 wanted to avenge General Wei's entire family!"

However, how could a chef from an insignificant place like him do that?

"I was glad that I followed my ancestors to travel around the world and learned an abundance of culinary skills. Once, by chance, I was brought into the palace and became a member of the Imperial kitchen." At that point, he was so glad that at least he managed to enter the palace.

He spent three years climbing to the position of Imperial chef and finally became the head Imperial chef.

"Consort Wei really liked the snowflake cake I made back then. She said that only the snowflake cake I made was fragrant and soft. Every time Consort Wei ate it, she would send a portion to the Emperor."

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