In her previous life, her dowry was stolen, her good fortune seized, and she even lost the child she carried. She died with hatred in her heart after drinking a bowl of poisoned soup.
When she opened her eyes again, Shen Suining had become a poor village widow. In a drafty earthen house, five gaunt little children blinked up at her and called her “Mother.”
The whole village was waiting for her to starve to death. Vicious relatives came to seize her homestead, and the village head declared she wouldn’t survive the winter.
But no one could have imagined it:
The vegetables she planted shot up overnight, the chickens she raised laid golden eggs, and the wild herbs she picked on a whim turned out to be miracle medicines lost for a hundred years!
Short on food? The fifth little one only had to step into the fields, and the crops would shoot up!
Someone picking on her? The eldest planted little hands on hips, and every bully in the village backed down!
Dirt poor? With a wave of her hand, she opened shops and built a merchant caravan, making so much silver she had to haul it by cart!
Even more incredibly, the sickly man she happened to save by the roadside turned out to be the coldest, most ruthless Prince Regent in the capital!
Then one day, the prince surrounded the village with his troops, black-armored cavalry thundering through the dusk.
“Who dares lay a hand on my wife and children?”
The five adorable children all stuck up their pinkies. “Father’s so fierce! But… we like him!”
