[Historical romance] [Disaster and flight] [Space storage] [Female-led power fantasy] [Cutting family ties and crushing villains] [Regent]
Shen Wei woke on the eve of her forced marriage, after her entire family had schemed against her.
Her scumbag father forced her into the bridal sedan, her elder sister mocked her for being doomed to widowhood, and the marquise’s wife sent someone to drug her in the middle of the night.
Everyone thought she was a pushover anyone could bully.
They didn’t know she was a ruthless survivor who had died in the apocalypse and returned, with a Sumeru space capable of holding an army in her hands.
Playing household intrigue with a bunch of walking corpses? Not a chance.
Her elder sister’s lavish dowry, taken.
The marquis’s estate’s cellar with its 100,000 taels, taken.
And the city’s crooked grain shops, charcoal stores, and refined iron, all swept up in one go.
A month later, black rain fell. The Nine Provinces went from a great drought to bitter cold, and people fought over half a moldy bun just to stay alive.
The entire marquis’s household, which had once schemed against her, now guarded an empty courtyard, starving as they gnawed on tree bark in the snow.
Meanwhile, Shen Wei had already taken a severance letter and fled. Sitting in a refugee cart, she cooked steaming hotpot with fresh spring water from her space.
Later, as displaced people filled the land, she carved out a path through the chaos with her unfailingly accurate repeating crossbow and inexhaustible storehouses of food.
Along the way, she even picked up a Regent who killed without batting an eye to serve as her bodyguard.
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