MTL - Martial Emperor Reborn - Chapter 550 Where is the shore?

A blizzard had raged for ten days, with temperatures plummeting to below minus fifty degrees Celsius.Yet, that wasn’t the most terrifying part. The impending disasters of rat plague, extreme heat, drought, acid rain, tornadoes, and other severe weather conditions would follow one after another, each one a veritable hell on earth.Gu Pan was reborn seven days before all these calamities began. At this time, her Space was still with her, her husband was still alive, and she needed to hoard resources like crazy.Food, clothing, shelter, transportation, medicine, weapons, electricity, and all other essentials of life—she had to stockpile enough for the next lifetime.What? The ‘friend’ who had betrayed them in the previous life was also reborn? And they had hoarded a warehouse full of supplies, even more than them? No more nonsense, just take it all into her Space.After the apocalypse began, she and her husband kicked off a spree of zero-cost acquisition.In this life, they would take revenge on their enemies and settle all scores. Those who had hurt them would be repaid double.

Traversing directly into the bridal chamber, the object turned out to be a princess!
A woman disguised as a man? The crime of bullying!
To be nice to the princess, but not to have too much contact with the princess?
You can’t be indifferent to the princess, and you have to keep a distance from the princess?
So, Tang Yunian spent every day like this…
daytime:
“His Royal Highness, the cakes made by my husband, would you like to try them?”
“Princess, this is the jade bracelet that my husband just bought today. Does the princess like it?”
“Princess, you like this flower, and I will plant a full garden for you!”
“…”
night:
“His Royal Highness, my husband is busy with official business today, so I can’t accompany the princess.”
“His Royal Highness, the husband is taking care of the mother today, so I can’t accompany the princess.”
“Princess, my husband is not feeling well today, so I won’t accompany the princess.”
“…”
One day and night it was dark and windy, and Tang Yunian started a familiar beginning again, “Your Highness Princess, for the husband…”
Her Royal Highness looked at her with burning eyes.
Swallowing his saliva and taking a deep breath, Tang Yunian told himself that beauty is important, life is more important, “For my husband…”
“Consort, do you have a hidden illness?” the princess asked.
I am not, I am not!
The princess pressed step by step, smiling brightly, “Actually, it doesn’t matter…”
“what?”
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1. The princess attacked and the concubine received.
2. 1v1, sweet text, overhead, daily cookie.
3. Soft, docile and beautiful little white rabbit (crossed out, big fog) attack, only beauty is true vs. I want to be a salted fish and enjoy life but it is not good
4. The concubine is committed to covering the vest to save his life, but he doesn’t know the sad story that the vest has already fallen off. Women’s clothing will be restored later.

Content tags: court marquis, travel through time and space, sweet text, disguise as a man, host
Search keywords: protagonist: Tang Yunian, Wei Yubing ┃ supporting role: everyone in the palace ┃ others:

- Description from novelbuddy

When Shu Tang, a sickly young woman, fell ill and passed away in the 21st century, she thought she would finally be able to drink a bowl of Meng Po’s soup, take a trip across the Neihe bridge, and not be such a sickly person in her next life.

But, after her soul left her body, forget about Meng Po’s soup, she didn’t even see soup dregs before being transmigrated into the body of a pig!

After being adopted by Fuyu Shangxian, one of the three great immortals and heaven’s peerless beauty, hilarity ensues.

- Description from Novelupdates

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…