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 visitor took off her gauze hat when she heard that. The dim candlelight illuminated her beautiful face.

She raised her head slightly and looked at Xiao Shihang, whose eyes were filled with deep affection. She put on a smile, and this smile captivated Xiao Shihang straightaway.

"Young Master, when I work for you, I never ask for anything. I just hope that you can get what you want. Oh, right. I obtained a batch of high-quality cotton from Luo City a few days ago. It will be shipped to the capital city in a few days. Where do you think is a suitable place to sell this batch of cotton, Young Master?"

No One Could Stop Her