Slave Harem in the Labyrinth of the Other World - Chapter 220

In this brand new era of Beast Taming, who can rightfully claim the title of the King of Beasts?

Doctor Xiao, the head of the Imperial Hospital known for his virtuous conduct both in medicine and virtues, gets embroiled in the case of the Concubine's false pregnancy and is beheaded.Male members aged twelve and above are exiled, while the women and children receive the Empress Dowager's grace and return to their ancestral home in Shu City.Unexpectedly, the clan members who had always been sheltered by Doctor Xiao refused to allow this group of women and children to enter, seized their ancestral property, and expelled them from the clan.A group of pampered women suddenly lacking anything, Xiao Chunnuan, who never showed off and only loved reading and making medicine, becomes the backbone of the entire family.She teaches her family to wash clothes and cook to survive;Teaches her sisters to dig wild vegetables and prepare herbs;Teaches her little brother about business and martial arts for physical strength; even if they can't take the imperial examination forthe next three generations, they must learn to read and write;She works hard to earn money while also aiding her exiled relatives;Her grandmother finds a marriage for Chunnuan, but it results in the Clan Leader's daughter coming to stir trouble.A kind person is bullied while a good horse is ridden, old grievances and new hates are accounted together, Xiao Chunnuan is never someone to hold back, whether in literary or martial battles, she can respond to the challenge!

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…

Miracles don’t come walking your way by themselves.