On the eve of her rebirth, beneath the dim yellow glow of a kerosene lamp, Su Wanqing looks coldly at her husband Gu Yanchen’s family, all kneeling before her and pressuring him to take the blame for his gambling-addicted younger brother. The horrors of her previous life are still vivid: Gu Yanchen was forced to take the fall for his brother’s gambling-related murder, and ultimately froze to death in the wilderness at a remote settlement for educated youth; meanwhile, her in-laws drained her of every last bit of her dowry. She worked day and night, yet could never fill their bottomless pit, and in the end, not even her bones were left behind.
The jade pendant containing her spatial realm warms in her palm. It is her advantage in this new life, holding a spirit spring and vast supplies, and giving her the means to overturn her fate. “You want him to take the blame? Dream on!” Su Wanqing clenches the pendant and publicly produces irrefutable proof that her brother-in-law ran up gambling debts and injured someone in a scuffle. She also reports her in-laws for hiding assets and evading taxes.
While everyone is in chaos, she opens the storeroom and transfers her dowry and all of her in-laws’ ill-gotten wealth into her spatial realm, then turns and leaves without looking back. She rushes to the Liaohe Production Brigade, where Gu Yanchen has already fallen unconscious with a severe cold and is near death. Su Wanqing immediately gives him spirit spring water to keep him alive and nurses him with care, finally bringing him back from the brink.
From then on, she uses spirit spring water to nourish her body, cultivates the land with high-quality seeds from her spatial realm, and treats the villagers with rare medicinal herbs. Under her leadership, the impoverished Liaohe Production Brigade grows more prosperous by the day, and everyone enjoys a peaceful, comfortable life.
But her awful in-laws refuse to accept defeat and come to make a scene, while her hypocritical stepsister moves to the countryside, hoping to steal Gu Yanchen. Standing on the field ridge with Gu Yanchen protecting her at her side, Su Wanqing gives a cold laugh. “My man, my home. Who dares lay a finger on either?”
