Reborn as His Intellectually Disabled Wife - Chapter 10 - : Forget about Shi Mei

twelve years ago.

The queen gave birth to a princess, who claimed to be the prince, named Xia Shimin.

three years ago.

Xia Shimin was established as the prince, and made a marriage contract with the current Taifu’s daughter to stabilize the imperial power.

…

Zhang Ronghua had traveled through time when she was born, hereditary and hereditary, her roots were straight and her roots were straight, and she was an upright Forbidden Army. He had been in the palace for fifteen years, and his talent would increase a little with each passing day.

Seeing that the prince’s wedding was getting closer, he accidentally broke the body of the prince’s daughter.

The night of the wedding.

Prince: “You can replace the lonely bridal chamber!”

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Demonic forces descended from beyond the skies, and malicious spirits roamed freely, prompting Duan Mingyuan, who faced unemployment, to decide to return to his old profession.Iterative updates in tactics, a second venture.To all you demons, if you must hold a grudge, blame my boss who let me go!Years later, Mr. Mingyuan, now a mentor to demons, made a statement during a media interview:“Yes, at that time it was just a simple job change.”“What?”“What do you mean by 'I am the real demon'?”— The large-scale documentary “How Demons Are Made” continues to air.————————An unbeatable novel, single female lead, a light-hearted read without any angst.With over 10 million words in completed works, you can consume with confidence~

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.

What will an ordinary man do if he finds out he is God in an Otome game? Of course, save the game’s Evil character, Morrigan! Unknowingly spread more chaos! Establish your own kingdom! Establish your own religion! Kill the Goddess of Light!