With a Pocket Dimension, I Cleared Out the Family Estate During the Raid

I woke up to find myself transmigrated. The good news: there was a large canopy bed, and the dressing table was piled high with jewelry, so this must be a wealthy household. The bad news: there was a commotion outside, and it sounded as if soldiers were searching the house. Shen Wan remembered the golden finger that every transmigration novel was supposed to have: a spatial realm. She frantically rummaged through the jewelry box for something like a jade pendant, pricked her finger with a silver needle, then blindly smeared the bloodied fingertip across the pendant.