The Spicy Country Girl Has a Pocket Dimension

She transmigrated as a fake widow, with a little bun by her side.

Her in-laws were cruel, her sisters-in-law were malicious, and together they poisoned her to death.

Dong Yue was reborn. Faced with this mess, she couldn't be bothered to tangle with those beasts. She wanted to take the little bun and leave.

The general knelt to plead for a condemned official: “He was framed.”

Everyone sighed: What a kind man.

Dong Yue knew the truth: He was the one who framed him.

The general worked to have a prince imprisoned: “The prince would never commit treason.”

Everyone sighed: What an upright man.

Dong Yue knew the truth: He really was working hard, but only to make sure the prince was convicted.

He was the only one who was sincere with her.

“Yueyue, I'm not good with words and can't sweet-talk you. But I'll protect you for the rest of your life.”

“Not good with words?” With that honest, simple face, he could twist things with a few words and make sure his enemies never got back on their feet. “General, drop the act!”

His honest expression vanished, and his eyes burned with an intense, unfathomable light. “You are the person I love most!”

[He killed countless enemies and earned countless military merits. Then he met her, and every move she made tugged at his heart.]

[She could do anything, and there was no problem she couldn't solve. But this man had become a piece of chewing gum she couldn't get rid of.]