[Transmigrate into a book + exile and farming + unhinged deposed crown prince + System shop + possessive pursuit + mutual devotion]
When Shen Wan opened her eyes, she had transmigrated into the most melodramatic exile novel she’d ever read.
She’d become the wicked wife who caused endless trouble, cheated on the deposed crown prince, and was destined to have her skin peeled off and her bones scraped clean by his own hand. The book had spelled it all out.
Worse still, the disfigured, lame, mute blacksmith beside her was none other than the future tyrannical new emperor, a man who would slaughter countless people!
Shen Wan dropped to her knees on the spot.
Survival came first. She quickly bound herself to an equal-trade System shop and adopted three rules for staying alive:
One: Guard her virtue with her life. Absolutely no sharing a bed!
Two: Be ruthless with her own family. Sell the whole lot of bloodsuckers off to work in the mines!
Three: Make money like crazy and buy land, so she could fake her death and run at any moment!
She farmed, raised chickens, and opened a shop, turning the place of exile into a thriving settlement.
She thought she’d kept up the perfect front.
She had no idea.
At night, the man who spent his days silently working at the forge would run his rough fingertips over her neck, his eyes burning with a dark, consuming fire.
He knew where she hid every last coin of her secret savings.
The escape route she’d secretly drawn was tucked beneath his pillow. He’d looked it over again and again.
At last, when Shen Wan had saved enough silver, she set fire to the blacksmith’s shop and prepared to flee.
A hundred thousand Black-Armored Troops surrounded Jiangnan City.
The former mute took off the Emperor’s sword and placed the imperial jade seal in her palm.
His voice was hoarse, like iron cracking: "Wanwan, I’ll give you my life and the imperial treasury."
"But you can forget about having your freedom."
