A Top Scholar in Everything - Chapter 844 - 830: The Poisoner

Is this a punishment from the heavens!? Why did a newly graduated designer like “Li Jing” end up transmigrated to ancient China?And to make matters worse, she is now in the body of “Zhenzhu,” a poor 8-year-old girl.Her father is ill, her siblings are still young, and only her mother struggles to gather herbs to make a living!Let's see... the only possession this family has is two mu of land!Very well… If the plants in this village are difficult to grow, she will make fruits and vegetables flourish herself.With the “Golden Fish Scales” that can release spirit energy,Whether it's wild animals, fish in the pond, or rare plants in the valley,everything must belong to her family!

The first time I realized that I ‘couldn’t die’ was during a practical training exercise in my third year as a hero cadet.A beast suddenly leaped out of the bushes and tore into my neck.‘How did I come back to life?’Yes, I came back to life. I didn’t die.And now, after hundreds, even thousands of years, I was still alive. Only I had survived.“But now… it’s finally over.”After wandering for millennia, I thought I could finally put an end to this long existence…“Dale! Dale Han! How dare you sleep during my class? You’ve got some nerve, don’t you?”“…Huh?”But what awaited me at the end of my long existence wasn’t a period, but a repeat sign.

When I opened my eyes, I was inside a novel.

Two years ago, Iris Crawford was mocked by the person she loved as a hopelessly fat woman and was forced to sign a divorce agreement. She endured it!During a kidnapping incident, he chose to save his mistress instead, prompting Iris Crawford to swear that she would make this pair of cheating lovers pay the price!Two years later, she returned slimmed down and transformed, with her scumbag ex-husband continually begging for another chance, saying he had improved...A mysterious young master took to surrounding Iris Crawford, dishing out punishment to the scumbag and publicly humiliating him in the process: Iris Crawford, you’re not suited for something better; you’re suited for the best like me.