Flowers not yet withered

The famed War King set his sights on a simple farmer's daughter, not hesitating to keep himself pure as he engaged in nurturing her.
Everyone thought that Sikong Mo, the War King, was destined to be a bachelor for life, but unexpectedly, news came that the renowned War King was to be wed, and his bride was to be a mere farmer's daughter.
The daughters of the rich and noble roared in outrage, "Why her?"
Sikong Mo appeared silently, "Because I said so."
Born of wealthy parents, she was abandoned by them once again, replaced and poisoned, but fate did not forsake her, allowing her to cling stubbornly to life.
Sikong Mo, "I empathize with you, we are a match made in heaven."
Ye Jiu, "No, no, no, we are not the same. I have the Golden Finger, helping me reach the pinnacle of life."
Sikong Mo, "Hmm? Have you forgotten who gave you that Golden Finger?"
Ye Jiu deflated a bit guiltily, and slipped away.
With Plane Space at hand, wealth throughout the world is unparalleled.

My Princess Holds Superpowers

After all, a day as husband and wife means a hundred days of gratitude, and after so many years of affection, coupled with the passing of much time, Ye Gaoshui's anger had long since subsided significantly. Seeing Mrs. Zhao in such a pitiful state, he couldn't help but feel compassion.


Actually, if it weren't for the several children at home, Ye Gaoshui really would have wanted to divorce Mrs. Zhao.


Having such a wife, even if there were a mountain of gold at home, it wouldn't be enough for what she'd taken to her parents' home. Ye Gaoshui truly felt uneasy.


A full 20 taels of silver, he didn't know where Mrs. Zhao got the courage to take it all back to the Zhao Family without leaving a single bit.


Thinking back on Lady He's scolding, even Ye Gaoshui felt he deserved it. He was solely focused on living a good life, but alas, although the household was successfully divided, the ones who ended up living well weren't them but rather the ungrateful wolves of the Zhao Family.


231 with lingering fear