Reborn as the Cannon-Fodder True Heiress, I Conquered the 1970s with My Pocket Dimension

The moment Shen Mingyue opened her eyes, she found herself transmigrated into the role of a cannon-fodder real heiress who had been switched at birth and sent to the countryside. Her adoptive parents wanted to bleed her dry, while the fake heiress was rolling around in bed with her fiancé. She smiled faintly: lock the doors, set a fire, and draw a crowd. That night, she emptied the adoptive family’s entire fortune, not even sparing the gold bars hidden in the cracks in the walls. Then she sent off an anonymous tip and got the fake heiress’s whole family thrown in jail. With a spiritual spring space packed with a trillion yuan’s worth of supplies and her adoptive parents’ dark secrets in hand, she leisurely boarded the train to the countryside. Frozen wastelands in the northeast? She roasted lamb and soaked in hot springs inside her space. A battleground at the educated youth compound? A max-level ancient martial arts master could crush them all with ease. The only one who caught her eye was the rugged hunter who came walking out of the snow carrying a wild boar. A discharged special forces soldier, the village bully, and someone who left game at her doorstep every day while refusing to admit it. Huo Zheng thought he was protecting her, until one day he saw her shoot an arrow straight through a deer’s throat. Then he understood: he wasn’t protecting her. She was simply allowing him to get close.

Far away in the capital, an old lady from a high-ranking family stared at a blurry photograph, tears streaming down her face. “Find... bring my granddaughter home.”