Jiang Wanfeng had barely transmigrated into a book when her family was confiscated. Her husband was a gravely wounded, disgraced crown prince, and her awful relatives were eager to kick them while they were down.
In Great Chu, where imperial authority reigned supreme, the Western Liang desert was a barren wasteland teeming with bandits, a death zone where being exiled was tantamount to a death sentence.
On the way there, corrupt guards cut off their food and water, hoping to let the whole family die of thirst. Once they reached the desert, local thugs showed up with knives to demand protection money, while imperial envoys kept arriving from the capital to “collect their bodies.” But they had no idea that with a wave of her hand, Jiang Wanfeng could build a mansion and grow immortal vegetables in the desert!
Years later, the Great Chu treasury was so empty that rats were running through it. The shameless emperor came all the way to Western Liang to beg for a loan.
Jiang Wanfeng sat astride the Wolf King and clicked the solid-gold abacus in her hand. “A loan? Sure. Put your throne up as collateral!”
