Transmigration + war + natural disasters + fleeing famine
Nan Xing opens her eyes. Huh? I’m not dead, but I’ve been buried alive?
The rebels are right on top of me. Run?
No way!
Staring at the corpse with its brains blown out, she pats the oversized head of her precious pocket space and grins. “What a treasure!”
After tidying up and filling her space to the brim, she claps her hands and turns around.
“Clang!”
Gazing at the blade pressed to her throat, Nan Xing’s legs go weak and tears well in her eyes.
“Good sir, spare me! I know astronomy and geography, I can heal and preach, and I can make medicine. Please let me go!”
The next day, the rebels storm the mountain stronghold.
Nan Xing, who has walked off with the chief’s entire private stash, beams. “Thanks for the generous donation, brothers!”
On the road fleeing famine:
“Hey! Master, you can’t just pick up men you find by the roadside, ”
“Pick him up! I’m picking up a handsome, well-dressed man who’s badly injured!”
Years later,
Nan Xing drops her hoe and stares in shock.
“What!? You’re saying the man I picked up by the roadside back then wants to make me a princess who guards the nation?”
