A Female General Transmigrates to the Previous Dynasty, Bringing a Pocket Dimension to Farm and Cultivate Immortality

I transmigrated into the past as a female general. And what a tangled mess I found.

My father, the great general who protected the Nanli Kingdom, betrayed his country and usurped the throne for the sake of his beloved, helping her son, the Seventh Prince of the Dongyang Kingdom, ascend the throne.

My grandfather, grandmother, and two uncles had died on the battlefield long ago. My mother died in childbirth. That left only one crooked sapling, my father, and he was my real father! Unable to fulfill both her filial and loyal duties, she could only leave the world behind and become a nun, keeping the lamps of Buddha company.

This father was beyond saving. Little Junyue decisively cast off her father's surname and changed her name to Feng Junyue. Carrying her mother's keepsake, an ordinary peachwood hairpin, she accidentally pricked her finger and made it recognize her as its master, earning herself a pocket dimension. It came with a spiritual spring, spiritual grain, spiritual fruits, spiritual plants, and even a divine beast egg.

Her orphaned mother, who had died in childbirth, turned out to have an extraordinary background.

The mortal world, the spirit realm, the immortal realm, the divine realm...

The tallest tree catches the wind. Bai Junyue said that with her little arms and legs, she couldn't handle any of it. Better to lie low and quietly grow stronger first.

A scheming green tea from the spirit realm tried to pump her for information. Powerful figures in the immortal realm kept making trouble behind the scenes. And in the divine realm, there was even a fiancé? He was as black-hearted as sesame paste. Whoever wanted him could take him. There was also a silly, adorable cousin in the divine realm, a cannon-fodder type. Well, for her mother's sake, she'd lend him a hand, kick those scumbag men and women to the curb, and lie low together until they could pick up the leftovers and claim a divine position, rising to the summit and becoming gods.