On the Famine Escape, I Open an Inn and Keep a Prince

Jiang Sang Sang woke up to find herself lying in a mass grave! Had she transmigrated? And become a homeless refugee with no official identity? With no way to survive the famine, Jiang Sang Sang lay down where she was, ready to die and start over. 【Ding! The Space-Time Commerce System has finished loading...】 Wasn’t this the golden finger every transmigrator needed?! Jiang Sang Sang sat bolt upright, though she was on death’s door. There was no way she was going to die now! Her golden finger was actually an inn? 【The modern, intelligent inns of the Space-Time Commerce System are here to serve you in every way!】 As her inn chain expanded, she made a fortune. Your Highness, please step aside. You’re blocking the way! Hey, why are you getting physical? Please stop clinging to my leg!