Su Jiaoniang transmigrated into a book, becoming the mother of the big villain from an ancient melodrama—a paranoid, ruthless, and sadistic man.
In the book, the big villain is a notoriously ...
"It's getting late, I'll head back now." Su Jiaoniang smiled and walked outside.
However, as soon as Huo Ying raised her hand, someone stopped her.
Su Jiaoniang turned around and asked with a smile, "General Huo, is there anything else you need to interrogate? I am also a citizen of the Great Zhou. I even gave you a weapon to kill enemies during the day. If you treat me like this, someone like me who greatly admires the Huo family will lose my faith."
Huo Ying's expression changed several times.
For someone like him, the reputation of the Huo family generals was far more important than his own life.
"The road at night is difficult to walk, I'll see you off." Huo Ying led Su Jiaoniang outside.
Su Jiaoniang stared at Huo Ying's retreating figure.
I thought to myself that this person was quite pitiful.
They finally found someone who might be the person they were looking for, only to discover that it was a fake. And to make matters worse, the person turned out to be dead.
...
She was very curious about how the old Zhu or young Zhu of the Lu family would explain it.
After all, if Lu Dashan replaced Lu Wujiu as the person the Huo family was looking for, the relationship would fall apart if their appearances didn't match.
Lu Dashan and Lu Wujiu are five years apart in age.
If Huo Ying had just put in a little more effort and gone to Sweetwater Village to inquire, she would have known about the time difference.
That aunt of the Huo family couldn't give birth to a son as old as Lu Dashan, nor could she give birth to a grandson as old as Lu Congrong or Lu Daishu.
but……
Despite the illogical reality, Huo Ying couldn't see it at all.
That doesn't make sense!
Su Jiaoniang knew that there was no way to ask about these things, and asking too many questions might arouse Huo Ying's suspicions.
Walking quietly on the road.
Neither of them spoke.
The somber atmosphere was not pleasant, which Su Jiaoniang disliked intensely. She glanced at Huo Ying and asked, "Are you married yet?"
"No!"
"Hmm?" He doesn't look like a teenager anymore.
Huo Ying rolled her eyes at Su Jiaoniang's question: "How can we start a family when the powerful enemy has not yet been defeated?"
"..." This ideal awareness.
Su Jiaoniang admired Huo Ying even more.
If someone else can do what she can't, then that person must be very capable.
Seeing the village entrance in the distance, Su Jiaoniang walked towards her home.
The moment I pushed open the door, I saw the pagoda standing in the courtyard.
The child stared at her clothes without asking anything: "Go to bed early. Medical books say that if a woman doesn't sleep on time, she will lose her hair and become bald at a young age."
"..." Su Jiaoniang narrowed her eyes.
Her gaze fell on the little Buddha, and she felt a sudden urge to hit the child.
She won't lose her hair.
A head of thick, black hair is something most people could only dream of.
Thanks to Old Scholar Su and the deceased mother of the original owner of this body for giving birth to such a beautiful person.
"Children who don't go to bed early won't grow tall. Go back to your room and sleep." Su Jiaoniang touched her hair and glared at the little Buddha, who wasn't even as long as her legs, as she launched her counterattack.
Futu hesitated, as if he wanted to speak.
He won't be short.
But none of that matters. It's late, time to sleep.
Futu turned and went back into the room.
I immediately took the copper plate and washed my hands clean, carefully cleaning the bloodstains under my fingernails. Once clean, I lay down on the bed.
I closed my eyes and slept without a dream.
Do I need to dream to kill someone? Fu Tu wondered!
Early the next morning.
Su Jiaoniang saw Wang the carpenter standing outside the door.
Carpenter Wang took out the finished baby cradle and showed it to Qin Jiaojiao: "How is it?"
"It's great." She tossed the little husky in the yard into the stroller and shook it. The husky's eyes widened, looking like it loved it. Its big, silly black eyes stared at her.
I want to continue playing the game.
The little girl ran over happily.
Shake the cradle.
He looked at Su Jiaoniang and asked, "Mother, what is this for?"
"It's for putting children to sleep," Su Jiaoniang told Xiaoya about the situation at the orphanage.
The little girl's eyes lit up slightly: "I've never used one when I was very, very young. Can you keep one, Mother?"
"..." Su Jiaoniang's warm heart suddenly turned cold.
The original owner of this body was not living a good life.
She was tormented by Old Zhu right after giving birth; it was a miracle the child even survived, let alone the rest...
Su Jiaoniang patted the little girl's head.
"Then I'll give you a small rocking bed." Su Jiaoniang looked at Carpenter Wang and pointed to the little girl's height: "Can you make a rocking bed that's suitable for her to sleep in?"
“Sure!” Carpenter Wang smiled.
Xiao Ya moved behind Su Jiao Niang, a slight blush appearing on her face.
She's so old, and she still needs a rocking bed.
But I just love it so much!
Su Jiaoniang glanced at the cradle that Wang the carpenter had brought, drove her own mule cart over, and prepared to take Xiaoya to the county town so that Xiaoya could see the children in the orphanage.
Remembering the bitter past makes us appreciate the sweet present.
When Feng Yuwei heard Su Jiaoniang asking Xiaoya for leave, he stared at the mule cart parked outside and said, "I'll go take a look too."
"Alright then!" Su Jiaoniang nodded.
It's nothing shameful; it's fine once someone goes there.
It would be even better if we could bring some supplies to provide support.
He gave Feng Yuwei a sincere smile.
Su Jiaoniang placed the stroller in the back, with Xiaoya sitting on her lap, while Feng Yuwei sat on the other side of the mule cart shaft.
Thus, the mule cart entered the city.
Feng Yuwei came from a prominent family, and even though he later fell on hard times and suffered a lot, this was the first time he had ever experienced such authentic rural life.
Mules are not the same as horses.
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