The Marquis's Legitimate Daughter Chooses to Become a Farmer

The peonies in the marquis's garden had wilted. It wasn't just the peonies. The peonies and roses the servants had transplanted over the past three days were all drooping their heads. The gardener knelt on the ground, kowtowing and saying it was uncanny. The soil was premium black earth, the water came from a mountain spring, and the fertilizer had been applied according to the old rules, but the roots were rotting.

I crouched and grabbed a handful of soil. It was black. It stuck to my hand in greasy clumps, as if mixed with oil. I brought it close to my nose. There was an indescribable musty smell, a little fishy, with a hint of rust. It wasn't how soil was supposed to smell.

"Miss, be careful not to dirty your hands." Nanny Liu hurried over with a handkerchief. Her brows were tightly knitted as she looked at that patch