The Duke's Son :Re - Chapter 181

Accidentally transmigrating into another world, the men here are actually used to carry on the family line? !

a man who takes care of the house and children;

Men wash and cook;

Men are not good? Family law service! The mother-in-law is still trembling to intercede!

These days are really comfortable, and Qiao Yi feels that his life has reached its peak.

She must have saved the galaxy in her previous life.

So here comes the question:

Earn money to support your family? No problem, my wife is too skilled!

Best relative? Don’t be afraid, heads-up can beat five!

She hid in the mountains and went to live her own happy life, right?

But who can tell her, how can there be men in this deep mountain and old forest?

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- Description from novelbuddy

“Are you my knight?” The silver-haired youth looked at the blonde girl before him and asked, his cheeks flushed red. This was their first encounter when he was only ten years of age.

“Are you my bride?” He held her in his arms, embraced the girl who had accompanied him for ten years straight. He was sixteen years of age.

“Are you my king?” He knelt before the throne, smiling foolishly as he looked at the girl holding the sword victoriously. At this moment, he looked like the boy he was when they first met.

“I’m fine without having eyes for you. The entirety of Camelot is for your taking.” Smiling soft and gently, he gave his eyes to the girl who lost her eyes due to the curse of the red dragon. He doesn’t regret it, he thinks. He was twenty years of age.

“So… Arthur… Artoria Pendragon, are you willing… are you willing to spend the rest of your life with me?” His voice was soft and clear as he reached out to touch her hand.

This was their legend.

- Description from Novelupdates

The shadow double is reborn? Brother is transmigrated in the womb? Best friend is just a surface-level friendship...The female lead has become cannon fodder? Don’t worry, don’t worry, I have my ticket in hand, won’t be cannon fodder, need to rise up!