Hua Jianjiu

Introduction:
(Confiscation + Exile + Medical Skills + Space + Farming + Strategy + Wife Chasing + 1v1 + Return to the Pinnacle)
After her death, the versatile doctor Qi Yue transmigrated and became the fat wife used for luck in marriage by the disabled Marquis of Beiyuan Kingdom.
Just as she entered the grand gates of the Marquis Residence, the cruel Emperor came to confiscate everything.
With exile imminent, Qi Yue activated her space ability, emptied the Marquis’s storeroom, and incidentally plundered the Emperor’s private store.
To think that she, a General’s daughter, was poisoned by her relatives, ended up with a body full of fat, and had to endure the hardships of exile?
Qi Yue: “Since they dared to send me to hell, don't blame me for dragging them down with me.”
The Place of Exile is poor, broken, and filled with indigenous murderers?
Qi Yue: “Bring two to kill a pair, let's see who dies more!”
One day, the disabled Marquis suddenly stood up, his radiant appearance causing countless young girls to scream?
Qi Yue: “Since we haven't performed the marriage rites, love whoever you want.”
Facing disdain, the Marquis narrowed his phoenix eyes, “Prepare for a grand wedding!”

Rebirth: My Healer Wife Owns Superpowers

Zhao Xiyan smiled faintly and stretched out his hand to grasp her arm as if he feared she would run away.


"My Yueyue is truly intelligent. I intended to tell you after we finished drinking, but Song Yuanzhao's attack came a bit earlier. Once things settle down here, I'll explain everything to you..."


"No need, that's not necessary anymore," Qi Yue hurriedly stopped him. "There's no use in me knowing these things."


"However, if you can't afford to maintain your troops, remember to speak up, okay? Don't forget, I have...hehe..."


"Alright, your husband will naturally rely on his wife!"


At this time, the rear of the Donggao Army had already descended into chaos.


But Song Yuanzhao, located at the central army, clearly hadn't realized the danger approaching.


After all, there were five hundred thousand soldiers—standing together, dense as a swarm of bees.


Furthermore, the battlefield was filled with the sound of drumming and shouting.


Chapter 350 Surrender