Wife, You Didn’t Really Poison Me, Did You?

At the end of the Great Qian Dynasty, tyrants ran rampant, war was everywhere, and the people were struggling to survive. Chen Jie found himself transmigrated into this chaotic era, only to discover that he was nothing more than a drunkard and a gambler. Worse still, he had lost almost everything. In his household, there were only two pitiful souls left—his wife, Su Yunjin, and her five-year-old younger sister, Su Yunrui. The family was so poor that they could barely afford to eat. Just as despair loomed over their home, his beautiful wife suddenly approached him with a warm smile, holding a bowl of steaming porridge. “Husband, it was my fault yesterday. Please have some porridge.” Looking at the bruises on his wife’s face, Chen Jie felt that something was off. Ding! [Daily Intelligence Update] 【1. Yesterday, you gambled away the last three acres of farmland, came home drunk, and beat Su Yunjin. You even planned to sell five-year-old Su Yunrui for money to turn your luck around.】 【2. The Su sisters have always relied on each other to survive. Su Yunrui is Su Yunjin’s only hope.】 【3. Su Yunjin has lost all will to live. Three days ago, she exchanged her mother’s only keepsake, a hairpin, for a packet of arsenic.】 …Arsenic?! Staring at the porridge right in front of his mouth, Chen Jie slowly lifted his gaze toward his wife. She had faint bruises on her delicate face, and her eyes were filled with hesitation. She avoided his gaze, unable to meet his eyes. “Wife!” “Huh?!” “You didn’t really poison me, did you?”