After transmigrating as Prince Duan’s low-ranking concubine, I was kicked out of the palace on the eve of his wedding.
I immediately clung to his leg and begged, managing to wring a thousand taels of silver and a small courtyard out of him before disappearing without a trace.
I headed south to Jiangnan to farm, raise chickens, brew wine, and do business.
A jug of peach blossom wine sold for a hundred gold, and the Drunken Pavilion raked in money every day. My little life was thriving.
No one knew I was hiding a world-shaking secret: a portable, enchanted space filled with chickens and fish, with peach trees stretching as far as the eye could see.
And hidden there was a little girl who should never have existed in this world.
Then one day, Auntie Zhao from next door kicked open my courtyard gate with a gang of thugs.
An’an, in my arms, suddenly wrapped her arms tightly around my neck. Her round eyes widened as she said in a babyish voice, just one word:
“Bad.”
