Reborn as a miserably poor widow in ancient times who doted on her younger brother, Tong Qingsui looked at her four hungry sons in their shabby house, and fury rose in her heart.
Her sob-story-spinning family dares come begging for food? Shut the door and sic the vicious dogs on them!
The villagers mock her for being unable to feed her kids? She whips out hybrid rice technology!
Until one day, her four sons, each destined to become a future villainous big shot, all kneel before her bed. “Mother, don’t move. We’ll take care of your enemies!”
She was feeling proud, until her “late husband,” who had supposedly died in battle long ago, pushed open the door with an enemy’s head in hand. “My lady, your husband has returned…”
