Exiled with a Supermarket, I Spoiled the Sickly War God

How could a jackpot like transmigration possibly land in my lap? I got married on the first day, then was exiled three thousand li away the next. My husband is sickly, and distant relatives treat me like a beast of burden while throwing their weight around. Would you want this kind of good fortune?

My older sister puts on a false show of affection, dripping with sweetness.

Once surrounded by guests, now abandoned and at a loss on all sides. The borderlands are bitterly cold, so should I just sit around and take whatever comes? Absolutely not!

I give a cold laugh. With my pocket dimension at hand, I'll become a god through sign-in.

You can suffer all you like; I'll make my own way and thrive. And as for moral blackmail, don't even bring it up.