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

Ever since the Nan State's warriors had been ruthlessly beaten up by Su Ying at the banquet, this group of people seemed to have died in the palace. There hadn't been any movement from them at all.

If it wasn't for Princess Pingling's sudden request for an audience today, Su Ying really wouldn't have remembered this group of people.

Su Ying wasn't in a hurry to see her, and only after breakfast did she let a palace maid lead Princess Pingling in.

Princess Pingling looked very elegant in her attire. She only wore a lotus pendant on her head. Paired with the jade hibiscus petals on her ears, it made her plump and fair face look as saintly and beautiful as a lotus.

Princess Pingling walked into the main hall and knelt down gently like a flower to give Su Ying a deep bow. Even the neat and tidy hairdo on her head was exuding reverence.

"Greetings, Your Imperial Highness."

Begging The Empress To Grant My Wish