Tao Gong Wang

In the late years of the Daqian era, tyrants roamed freely, war erupted endlessly, and the people could not sustain their lives. 
After transmigration, Chen Jie finds himself as a drunken gambler with a pair of unfortunate sisters at home.

The elder one, Su Yunjin, is his wife, and he also has a five-year-old sister-in-law, Su Yunrui. 
Their family is so poor they can barely make ends meet. 
Then suddenly, his beautiful wife comes smiling, bringing him a bowl of hot porridge. 
"Husband, I was wrong yesterday. Please have some porridge while it's hot."
Seeing the bruises on his wife's face, Chen Jie feels something is amiss.

Ding~
[Daily Information has been updated]
[1. Yesterday, you gambled away the last three acres of good land, beat Su Yunjin while drunk, and planned to sell the five-year-old Su Yunrui, to recover your losses.]
[2. The Su sisters rely on each other. Su Yunrui is Su Yunjin's only hope.]
[3. Su Yunjin, having lost hope, traded her mother's hairpin three days ago for a pack of arsenic.]

...Arsenic!
Staring at the hot porridge brought to his lips, Chen Jie looks up at his wife, seeing the faint bruise on her face and her eyes shifting away, avoiding his gaze.

"Honey!"
"Yes?"
"You didn't really drugged me, did you?"

Honey, you didn't really drugged me, did you?

The old man said, "Not yet, so I came especially today to ask the head of the family."


Upon hearing this, the woman paused and said, "What do you mean by that?"


The old man said, "Our Black Market business has always been that if you dare to offer a price, you dare to do the job, but Peng Shizhong is not someone to provoke easily, and I cannot make up my mind."


The woman narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "Hmm, yes, Peng Shizhong is indeed not someone to provoke. And each of his adoptive sons has strong abilities too. To kill them, you'd need at least an A-level assassin. But those guys wouldn't offend Peng Shizhong over a mere one to two thousand taels of silver. Wait, who do they want to kill? Feng Xuan?"


The old man pondered for a moment and said, "It's not any of the four, Zheng Lu Deng. It's an adoptive son Peng Shizhong is planning to take in soon; apparently, there's going to be a ceremony in two days!"


Chapter 110: Muscle Relaxing Pill, Advancing to Willow Tendon Realm_5