Tan Lingyu died! Then Tan Lingyu transmigrated again. She had been an ordinary university student in 22nd-century China.
An archaeology major, she had only gone to the antique market to buy an ordinary jade pendant. She never expected a street thug to target her over the worthless trinket, costing her her life.
She transmigrated into the body of a young lady from a general's family who shared her name. As a devoted foodie, she decided to use the cooking skills she'd inherited from her parents in her previous life to open a chain of restaurants in Beizhuo.
Before she could even get the restaurant up and running, war broke out, and Beizhuo became a prize coveted by its many neighbors. Could she help the country survive one crisis after another?
She put all thirty-six stratagems from the modern world to use, one by one.
“What? You say the Prince of Yi's consort is that arrogant, stupid woman?”
“Sorry, but the Prince of Yi's consort I know is a woman of courage, wisdom, and talent.”
As more and more people called the Prince of Yi's consort a cunning, shrewd merchant, she could only say, “Don't drag me into this. I'm keeping my head down now.”
When the formerly haughty prince stopped acting haughty and began following his consort around all day, everyone finally realized that the Prince of Yi's consort was the true sage they'd been talking about.
Tan Lingyu: I'm no sage. Don't drag me into this, thanks!
When everyone noticed a crowd of hungry, grown children trailing right behind Tan Lingyu,
there was no need to ask. They all knew: follow Her Highness, and you'll get meat to eat.
