Su Yueyue

Ye Muyu, an elite of a modern company, got married and had children directly after transmigrating. She became a talented scholar and the mother of two children, and she also found out that she had a husband who hated her very much. 

Not only that but there was also a reincarnated female supporting character, Tang Rou, who coveted her position. 

"Your position is mine, and I will be his rightful wife," Tang Rou uttered. 

Ye Muyu looked at the man in front of her who had a solemn expression on his face. She nodded calmly. "Sure."

The man instantly became defensive. "You're my wife. Don't even think about leaving me behind. Other people will have to get lost."

Her son wrapped his arms around her thigh. "Go away. My mother is a good person. If you bully her, I'll bite you to death."

Her daughter grabbed her arm. "You're a bad person. My mother is the best in the world. If you say anything bad about her, I'll report you to the police."

Tang Rou looked at the Ye family, who all seemed happy and content, and she secretly clenched her jaws. "This shouldn't have happened. Everything's changed!"

Peasant Woman's Decreed Life as a Wife

"This was bestowed by the Emperor, likely written by some high official in the Ministry of Works," Ye Muyu said.


"Alright, it's too cold outside. Let's go inside first; I can't stand the wind anymore."


Madam Liu was a true southerner from Jiangnan, utterly unable to withstand the cold of the capital. A sudden gust of wind made it feel as though even breathing was difficult.


"Mother, you go inside first. I have already instructed the kitchen to boil water, and I have prepared a brazier in the room. You wash up and settle in, then go to the front hall for a meal. Ah Heng will return for lunch," Ye Muyu said.


Chu Heng usually had rest periods at the yamen each day at noon. During these times, he had been organizing documents related to flood management. Next year, another official from the Ministry of Works would go to South State to handle the situation, while all he needed to do was compile the data into a book.


Chapter 1163: Attentive