MTL - Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields - Chapter 898 coming

“She had just traveled through time and now she’s doing a cesarean on her dead mother? And the children were still alive! Then, she had barely had the time to relish in her joy before the stupid villagers were going to burn her as a witch? Later, an emperor arrived on his horse and said, “Come with me.” The girl asked, “Why?” He answered, “Help my precious horse deliver her foal!”

Lin Fuyin had only thought of leading a quiet life with her two siblings after avenging her mother. She had never thought of being embroiled in the murder within the royal family as a village girl! Follow Fuyin through her tempestuous journey and as she stands at the top of the Wei Kingdom! The phoenix flaps its wings, about to soar…”

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She is the slow-witted idiot of the Prime Minister’s Residence. Everyone bullies her. He is the most respected and unfeeling Prince, with frightening ability and absolute envy! Together, they are conferred an imperial edict of marriage.

“In the depths of eternity, where darkness and light entwined, the universe was born from the dreams of the gods. From the celestial harmonies of creation to the discordant melodies of destruction, the cosmic symphony echoed across the expanse.Within this grand tapestry, a world emerged, forged from the essence of duality. Earth, a terrestrial haven, became the stage for an epic drama, as forces of creation and destruction converged. The fate of the universe hung in the balance, as two goddesses, Stella and Khaos, wove a narrative of light and darkness, life and death.Their story, a testament to the eternal dance between opposites, would give rise to a new era, one where humanity would inherit the earth, and the delicate balance of the cosmos. Join us on a journey through the ages, as we explore the celestial ballet, the birth of life, and the eternal struggle between creation and destruction.”

Weary reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, dim library.Regrettably, this book is unwell.Your fingers should be able to feel the raised growths on the surface of its cover,Words written in bygone days are like parasites rooted in the pages, hoping for someone to observe their wriggling,To feel, to decipher, to touch the essence of this ailing story.If you insist on borrowing this book, please make sure to regularly check your own physical condition.