With the Spiritual Spring in Hand, I Madly Criticize the Prince for Insisting on Getting Married.

Su He woke up in a dilapidated thatched house that was leaky and draughty. He had a splitting headache and his whole body was cold and weak. Through the remaining memories and the scene in front of her (the house was bare, half a bowl of moldy brown rice in the corner, and two skeletal brothers and sisters were dying of hunger), she realized that she had traveled through time and became a village woman of the same name who had just starved to death. . . .