The Bulwark Duke’s residence had fallen. On the day of the duke’s son’s wedding, all men in the family were imprisoned. In just three days, the patriarch and duke died. What was originally a joyful occasion became a depressing funeral.

Shen Yijia had transmigrated as the unfortunate bride. By the time her husband was sent back home to her, he was crippled and heavily injured. Everyone said that this fallen family would never recover. Shen Yijia possessed a spirit liquid that helped her bring her husband back from the brink of death. When Song Jingchen woke up, he advised her to marry someone else instead. Shen Yijia stared at his handsome face and shook her head. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you.”

On the way back to their hometown, they encountered bandits and even suicide warriors who tried to assassinate them at all costs. Shen Yijia patted her chest and vowed to her beautiful husband, saying, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” However, nosy people kept nagging at her, saying that a wife should be knowledgeable, reasonable, and virtuous. Was she supposed to help her husband pick out a concubine too? Shen Yijia was annoyed. As a modern woman, she couldn’t possibly get her husband a concubine! Her husband belonged to her alone!

For the sake of earning money, she hunted in the mountains, battled scum, and took in disciples. Eventually, Shen Yijia’s life became smooth sailing.

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Many years later, they returned to the capital. Everyone assumed that Song Jingchen disliked having such a violent wife, and would soon divorce her to remarry. The young noblewomen rubbed their hands together in glee, waiting for Shen Yijia to leave so they could take her place. But as they waited and waited, they saw the Song Jingchen gently hold Shen Yijia’s hands right after the latter had beaten someone up. Song Jingchen asked worriedly, “Does it hurt?” [1v1 sweet love. A doting yet violent female lead vs a jealous two-faced

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The Bulwark Duke’s residence had fallen. On the day of the duke’s son’s wedding, all men in the family were imprisoned. In just three days, the patriarch and duke died. What was originally a joyful occasion became a depressing funeral.

Shen Yijia had transmigrated as the unfortunate bride. By the time her husband was sent back home to her, he was crippled and heavily injured. Everyone said that this fallen family would never recover. Shen Yijia possessed a spirit liquid that helped her bring her husband back from the brink of death. When Song Jingchen woke up, he advised her to marry someone else instead. Shen Yijia stared at his handsome face and shook her head. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you.”

On the way back to their hometown, they encountered bandits and even suicide warriors who tried to assassinate them at all costs. Shen Yijia patted her chest and vowed to her beautiful husband, saying, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” However, nosy people kept nagging at her, saying that a wife should be knowledgeable, reasonable, and virtuous. Was she supposed to help her husband pick out a concubine too? Shen Yijia was annoyed. As a modern woman, she couldn’t possibly get her husband a concubine! Her husband belonged to her alone!

For the sake of earning money, she hunted in the mountains, battled scum, and took in disciples. Eventually, Shen Yijia’s life became smooth sailing.

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Many years later, they returned to the capital. Everyone assumed that Song Jingchen disliked having such a violent wife, and would soon divorce her to remarry. The young noblewomen rubbed their hands together in glee, waiting for Shen Yijia to leave so they could take her place. But as they waited and waited, they saw the Song Jingchen gently hold Shen Yijia’s hands right after the latter had beaten someone up. Song Jingchen asked worriedly, “Does it hurt?” [1v1 sweet love. A doting yet violent female lead vs a jealous two-faced

Chapter 1: Transmigration

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The 19th year of Chong’an’s reign.

A squad of Imperial Guards hurried down Chang’an Avenue.

The vendors and pedestrians on the streets seemed to be used to it, and moved aside slightly. Once the guards passed, the lively atmosphere immediately returned.

“This is the fifth one already, isn’t it?” a vendor asked someone beside him casually.

“That’s right. I’ve been setting up shop here for a few days, and I counted. It’s the fifth one.”

“I wonder who’s the unlucky one this time.” He wasn’t gloating, he was simply curious about the gossip.

“Who else could it be? It’s definitely one of those officials from the crown prince’s faction.”

Speaking of bad luck, who could be as unlucky as the Bulwark Duke Residence?

They were just holding a wedding banquet in their manor, but before they could complete the ceremony, the crown prince and the duke were captured by the Ministry of Justice. It’s a pity that the old duke had been fighting for our Great Xia his whole life.”

He sighed. “Now that you mention it, doesn’t it seem like that new bride is the unluckiest of them all?

The crown prince’s rebellion would definitely implicate the Bulwark Duke’s family, as they were the crown prince’s maternal relatives.

“But this new bride…” Upon saying that, the man clicked his tongue and said seriously, “She was taken away as soon as she entered the manor. She might even be beheaded!”

That didn’t make sense to anyone listening.

Putting aside whether the crown prince was really plotting a rebellion, this bride was really unlucky. No matter what the outcome was, she would be tainted by bad luck…

At the Bulwark Duke Residence.

Ever since the crown prince and the duke were taken away on the day of the wedding banquet.

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The Imperial Guards surrounded the residence and did not allow anyone to enter or leave. There was no news from outside.

This caused the people in the residence to panic, thinking that the duke’s residence was probably doomed.

Furthermore, Madam Li, the old duchess, was sick in bed and could not carry out her duties.

The servants were even more careless. The food that they delivered to their masters was often cold.

Fortunately, no one would pursue the matter now.

“I heard that the Old Master left the residence today.”

Two young maids from the west courtyard were chatting while walking down the corridor.

“Really? Didn’t the officers outside the mansion stop him?”

The young maid who spoke first said uncertainly, “They stopped him, but let him pass soon after.”

“Does that mean our Duke and the Crown Prince will be released soon?” Her tone was filled with joy.

In this residence, the old duke was like a stabilizing force, more so than the crown prince.

After all, the old duke had fought on the battlefield with the late emperor! He had even spent half his life protecting Great Xia.

Only when the country was at peace and no country dared to invade the border did he step down from the court.

To put it bluntly, half of this country was built by the old duke.

In their hearts, if the old duke took action, things would definitely be resolved.

At this point, the two of them stopped slacking off and returned to their duties.

The conversation between the two maids in the corridor outside the door could be heard clearly from within the room.

Shen Yijia, who had just woken up, frowned.

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“Didn’t I get hit by a car while trying to avoid being captured by those people at the Institute?” she thought.

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“Did I get transmigrated?”

When she opened her eyes, she saw the color red, and nothing else.

She pushed aside the red cloth, revealing a small face that was a little unbearable to look at.

Half of her face was covered in blood, and there were some weird chunks smeared on her face.

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Her big and bright eyes couldn’t hide the dark eye circles underneath them.

Thankfully there was no one else around, otherwise, they would definitely scream upon seeing her.

Chapter 2: Jiajia Has Spiritual Liquid

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

However, Shen Yijia could not see any of this. She continued to look around the room curiously.

What she saw was an ancient-looking room, decorated in a festive manner.

The bedsheets were red and embroidered with mandarin ducks, while the bed canopy was embroidered with dragons and phoenixes. Under her was a wooden bed, and the exquisitely carved decorations were obviously expensive.

To the right was a dresser plastered with blessings of happiness.

On a nearby table was a pair of red wedding candles that had not been lit yet.

Looking down, Shen Yijia’s gaze was attracted by the exquisite snacks, cinnamon buns, peanuts, and other food on the table.

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Shen Yijia gulped and sat up quickly. However, before she could run over excitedly, she felt a dull pain in her head.

Her body fell limp again.

A series of unfamiliar memories rushed into her head.

Shen Yijia gasped in pain. She held her injured forehead and dared not move around too much.

After a while, the pain disappeared. She tilted her head and her eyes lit up. She said excitedly, “Not only did I transmigrate, but I even have a husband now?”

Then, she shook her head regretfully and muttered, “It’s a pity that Da Hua isn’t here, or I’d tell her to take a good look. Who said that I could never get married?”

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Then she looked up with a smug expression.

If Da Hua were here, she would definitely have shouted at her. “I’m saying that if you continue to be so ferocious, you won’t be able to get married.”

Unfortunately, Shen Yijia had the habit of only listening to half of what others said to her, hence she only remembered the part about how she wouldn’t be able to get married.

“Aren’t you glad now that you’ve proven that you can get married?” she thought to herself.

If not for the fact that her body didn’t allow it now, she would have jumped up and spun around twice.

Remembering something, Shen Yijia closed her eyes and thought carefully.

Her eyes lit up even more when she realized that she had accumulated about a cup’s worth of spiritual liquid within her body.

She extended her right ring finger in midair. Soon, a drop of water slowly condensed on her fingertip.

Seeing that it was about to drip, she quickly opened her mouth to catch it.

She smacked her lips. This body was indeed too weak, one drop was not enough. After condensing two drops in a row, Shen Yijia finally stopped!

It was not that she was stingy, but the spiritual liquid was too rare.

It took three days to gather a drop. Even if she was rich now, she still had to use it sparingly.

After ingesting three drops of spiritual liquid, the wound on Shen Yijia’s forehead healed visibly.

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Usually, Shen Yijia would not even take note of such a small wound, let alone waste spiritual liquid to heal it. Unfortunately, this body was too dilapidated.

It was as soft and powerless as tofu, so she had no choice but to use the spiritual liquid.

A growling sound came from her stomach.

Her stomach protested, and Shen Yijia swallowed her saliva. She did not know how long this body had been starving for, and she could feel her stomach hurting.

This time, she dared not be as reckless as before. She shook her head tentatively, more than once.

After making sure that she was no longer dizzy, she jumped off the bed and went straight for the pastries. Reaching out, she picked up one of the pastries and stuffed it into her mouth.

It was a little hard, and slightly rancid.

Shen Yijia pouted, but she remembered that this was better than the medicine given to her by the bad old men in the research institute.

She stopped being picky and started grabbing the pastries with both hands, stuffing her mouth with them.

She took the time to pour herself a glass of water. Shen Yijia ate to her heart’s content. No one tried to snatch her food away, so she liked it here.

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