Reborn in the Womb, the Frail Crown Prince Keeps Wanting Me to Farm and Bear His Children

Chu Yao was born into the marquis's household as its legitimate daughter, with a mysterious space of her own.

Its spirit spring water keeps her beautiful, and anything planted in its fertile fields thrives. Even the imperial kitchens come asking to buy its produce.

At her third-birthday grabbing ceremony, she clutched the jade pendant of Crown Prince Xiao Che and refused to let go.

“This girl and I are destined to meet,” the sickly crown prince said with a smile, arranging their betrothal on the spot.

Chu Yao: I only wanted to use the pendant to enter my space and level it up, okay?

Coughing blood, Xiao Che held her as they swung together, his sickly pallor staining her little face red.

“Yaoyao, if I die young, take my kingdom with you and marry again.”

Chu Yao silently brought out the spirit spring water from her space. “Your Highness, how about we try planting a field first?”

Later, the entire capital saw it:

The cold and ruthless crown prince was crouched in the imperial fields with his young wife, teaching her how to plant rice seedlings by hand.

“My kingdom is worth less than the fragrance of a single stalk of Yaoyao’s rice.”