[Feel-Good Power Fantasy + Two Strong Leads]
When Jun Ji ge woke up, her in-laws were selling her off for ten taels of silver to bring good fortune to a dying man.
The whole village was waiting to see her become a widow.
But who could have guessed that she would lift her veil, cut ties with her family, settle the score, and then drag the sickly man back from death’s door?
Everyone laughed at her for marrying a crippled, short-lived invalid.
Jun Jiuge sneered. “Short-lived? Crippled? That’s because you’ve never seen me in action!”
She had come from the apocalypse, with a space in her hands and unrivaled mastery of both medicine and poison. She also had a wood-type power: barren land could become medicinal fields, and wild weeds could save lives.
Anyone who crossed her ended up stuffed in a sack, one after another, beaten until they looked completely unharmed while secretly crying for their parents.
Later, the sickly man got back on his feet.
The man she had dosed with medicine and stuck with needles every day, while complaining that he was costing her too much, strode into the grand palace hall and left the entire court stunned!
He was the illustrious Ninth Prince of Dayan, an invincible god of war feared by all five great powers.
But the emperor wanted him dead, and never passed up a chance to strike!
The empress wanted Jun Jiuge on her knees, and the great clans all wanted to see them make fools of themselves.
Jun Jiuge flipped the table. “Want me to become a widow? Dream on!”
She saved her husband, raised her younger siblings, dealt with vicious relatives, and outwitted the powerful, fighting her way from a tumbledown house back to the imperial capital.
Only when the sacred tree of the Qingwu Clan revived, and the gates of the First City swung open, did the world realize that the village girl sold for ten taels of silver was the true powerhouse no one should dare to provoke!
When the dust finally settled, Xuanyuan Du trapped her between the city tower and his embrace, his voice low as he murmured against her ear, “Jiuge, who was it that said she’d wait for me to die so she could become a widow?”
With nowhere left to retreat, Jun Jiuge shoved the two little bundles of joy in her arms into his. “It was a misunderstanding. I was just trying to motivate you to live longer, and besides… you’re a feast for the eyes, so you save me a meal.”
