COL+Gong Zi Qing Ying

The renowned poisonous doctor, Yun Nian, suddenly died one day, only to transmigrate into the infamous Fourth Miss of the Duke's Mansion, who was known for her scandalous reputation and hidden pregnancies. On top of that, she had two little tag-alongs!

Dealing with the tag-alongs was manageable, being a stepmother was bearable, but tolerating the wicked women and evil birth mother in the mouths of her twin treasures was unacceptable!

Yun Nian angrily tossed the script and vowed not to become a malicious stepmother. If she was going to do it, she would be their real mother!

She decisively washed away her bad reputation and embarked on a journey of crushing villains and living an extraordinary life.

Along the way, she even found suitable fathers for her two children.

The elder child said, "Mom, we don't want a stepfather."

The younger child said, "But this prince has thick thighs. I can hug him!"

He was the crazy and cruel former Crown Prince. On their wedding night, she even threw her stinky socks at his face. However, her extraordinary medical skills and prowess in both literature and martial arts forced him not only to spare her life but also to raise her son! Was this a loss or a gain for him?

Yun Nian said confidently, "I can detoxify, take revenge on villains, and raise children. You are making a blood-soaked profit with me!"

Later, the elder child became the Crown Prince, the younger child became a princess, and she became the most esteemed woman in the world.

Yun Nian thought to herself, "Indeed, it's definitely a gain!"

On the Wedding Night, the Substitute Bride of the Tyrant Was Pregnant

Yun Nian’s eyes shimmered faintly, “My surname is Yun.” 


“Everyone, it’s getting late. My Lady should return home,” Du Jin squeezed in and said. 


The crowd made way one after another, and Yun Nian glanced at them, noticing no strange expressions on their faces. 


It seemed that the news of fourth Lady Yun’s feat hadn’t reached their ears, or perhaps they hadn’t realized that she was the infamous Yun Nian. 


Yun Nian walked out and was suddenly grabbed by the finger. She lowered her head to see the little girl holding her hand. 


“Lady Yun, my mother says she’s feeling much better and wants to thank you. This is for you to eat,” the little girl said, holding a steamed bun in her dirty hands, the one Yun Nian had given her in the morning. 


Yun Nian looked at her mother, who was leaning against the wall, and smiled, “I’m not hungry. You can give it to your mother.” 


Fairy, Bodhisattva, Is It Her?