Qiao Qiqi

Mum ran away, dad's crippled, and I'm about to be sold to a brothel.
Qiao Xiaomai rolled up her sleeves in anger: If you've taken from me, regurgitate it.
If you've seized what's mine, return it.
All scumbags, clear off.
A certain man finished tidying up the mess, rolled up his sleeves and pulled Qiao Xiaomai into a light laugh: "My lady, if you're this fiery and domineering at night, your husband..."
Qiao Xiaomai raised an eyebrow, patted the spot next to her: "My dear, come warm the bed~"

Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Qiao Xiaomai was puzzled for two days but still couldn't figure it out.


And during these two days, Tong Sanlang never really came over.


Qiao Changshun and Qiao Dami were both busy as tops, and she could only lie in bed and rest, frequently refusing Qiao Dami's efforts to change her medicine.


Daming Palace, the Hall of Diligent Government.


Emperor Yongan sat on the Dragon Throne with a serious expression. Three memorandums lay in front of him on the imperial desk.


Two of them had just a few words, but the remaining one stretched longer than the desk itself.


He rapped his fingers on the longest report, his brows furrowed deeply.


After a moment of thought, he collected the three memorandums and summoned Fang Hai to come in, "Go to Da'an Palace."


In response, Fang Hai immediately ordered the preparation of the Dragon Carriage.


Da'an Palace was the residence of Emperor Emeritus Yang Wenxiao, who was now eighty-nine - but still hale and hearty, with a lively spirit.


Chapter 277 The Retired Emperor