Twilight Smoke Paints the Pavilion

One moment she was time-traveling, the next, Zhang Xiaoying, a lifelong singleton, skipped right over marriage and childbirth to joyfully become an amazing old lady.
She started with nothing but four walls and was gifted three sons and a daughter, each more infuriating than the last.
What could she do? She rolled up her sleeves and started whipping them into shape.
Not listening? A fist is the best argument, and good behavior comes from the stick’s end.
As days got better, the family realized that more and more officials and noblemen were visiting the old lady, wanting to take her away for retirement!
No way, it’s only right for sons to support their mother in her old age. Even the Emperor has to get in line!
The Emperor: “The teacher is mine; whoever dares compete with me for the privilege of caring for her in her old age, I shall decimate their nine relatives!”
Zhang Xiaoying: “Scared, so scared. This pile of pampering can go to whoever wants it; all I want to do is retire quietly.”
[Strong female lead, no romantic plot]
Recommended completed wen: Farming novels "The Manly Wife of the Prime Minister's House" and "The Little Evil Girl of the Farmstead," campus wen "The Nation's Goddess is Super Cool" "The Reborn Rich Girl is a Top Student" and "The Little Cutie is Somewhat Arrogant"

Transmigration: I am the Super Old Lady

The recruiter then forced a smile at Zhang Xiaoying, "Since that is the case, Madam, please follow me. However, let me have a heart-to-heart with you, these individuals have not previously served as attendants and are unfamiliar with the protocols, so they will certainly not be easy to manage."


"You will have to take extra care in training them when the time comes. Moreover, these people either are young girls, elderly, or couples wishing to be sold together. Madam should first see if they are to your liking."


"Lead the way," Zhang Xiaoying said indifferently.


The recruiter led Zhang Xiaoying to the back courtyard, and in a short while, about twenty people of varying ages came over and lined up in front of Zhang Xiaoying.


The youngest among them was only about ten years old, and the oldest was over fifty – there were indeed people from every age group.


They were very nervous, yet hopeful to be chosen and bought by someone.


430 Untrustworthy