[Dual transmigration to another world + ancient-era flight from famine + farming + apocalypse + building wealth + two powerful, devoted leads]
Before the car accident, Qiao Nian was still arguing with her mother.
They each hurled the cruelest words they could at the other.
When Qiao Nian opened her eyes again, she was lying in a tattered hut, having become a refugee fleeing famine.
Her mother, however, was nowhere to be found.
Fortunately, their RV had come along too.
She opened the door and saw her mother on the vehicle's screen, standing amid the ruins of an apocalyptic world and fighting a horde of zombies.
“Mom, there are zombies where you are!”
“And your side isn't any better!”
Fine. If they had to transmigrate, so be it. At least it beat arguing.
From then on, mother and daughter became each other's “ultimate cheat codes.”
Too many zombies in the apocalypse? Qiao Nian sends garlic.
Not enough weapons in ancient times? Li Xiulan mails over some cutting-edge bombs.
On the road, Qiao Nian finds a man covered in blood. He's a prince from a different surname clan whose entire family was wiped out by the emperor!
Believing that saving a life is worth more than building a seven-story pagoda, she hands him a bowl of porridge.
After finishing it, the man looks up. “What do you want?”
Qiao Nian shoots back, “What do you have?”
His voice is low and husky. “I have an empire. The only question is whether you dare to take it.”
Qiao Nian nearly throws the bowl in his face.
“Quit spouting nonsense!”
Later, the man follows her all the way, chopping down enemies and haggling over prices.
Qiao Nian asks, “You're a prince. Why are you running a stall selling cloth?”
His expression doesn't change. “I'm saving up your dowry.”
Meanwhile, her mother also runs into a difficult man in the apocalypse.
From finding each other intolerable to looking out for one another, a middle-aged romance quietly takes root amid waves of zombies.
Before transmigrating, mother and daughter were always at odds.
Afterward, they become each other's trump cards.
Qiao
