Exiled from the Start? I’ll Use My Pocket Dimension to Care for My Foolish Husband

I transmigrated as a bride sent to bring good fortune to a fool, and thought I'd landed in a family-intrigue story. The bridal sedan had barely reached the gates when an imperial decree arrived: “The Jiang family has committed treason. The whole clan is to be exiled three thousand li!”

As my mother-in-law fainted in shock and my younger brother-in-law burst into tears, my foolish husband grinned at me. “Wife, can you give me sugar cakes on the way into exile?”

Calmly, I pulled a meat bun from the spiritual spring space hidden in my sleeve. “Not just sugar cakes. I'll give you roast chicken, too.”

I secretly fed him along the way, treated his illnesses, and cured his poisoning. I thought I was raising a docile puppy.

Then one night, as he warmed my hands, he chuckled, “Wife, do you know that pretending to be a fool is harder than actually being one?”