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

"If you don't tell me, how would I know? If you want me to know, then tell me on your own accord." Su Ying didn't like to make guesses. What was there that couldn't be said outright?

Xiao Jin looked at her puzzled eyes. It was obvious that she really didn't know. He sighed somewhat weakly. "Are you really willing to let me take a concubine? And you're even so generous to help me choose?"

Su Ying blinked. "Didn't you see those ministers? If I rejected them, wouldn't their spittle splatter me to death?"

Xiao Jin didn't believe that she was someone who was afraid of that bit of spittle!

She would not be afraid, but she would feel disgusted.

I Don't Want It Even If It’s Free